Fresh Out of Training

FRESH OUT OF TRAINING - revision 1.2.1

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(MMM+, auth, bond, humil, cum denial, foot fetish, bareback sex)

DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of FICTION -- any similarity to actual people or events is entirely coincidental. It contains adult subject matter and should not be read by any minor, person who would find such material offensive, or if it is illegal in your area. If you meet these conditions, please delete this story from your computer. The story also depicts GRAPHIC descriptions of bareback, unsafe sex with multiple partners in which there are no consequences. In the real world, however, consequences do exist and I encourage everyone to make decisions of this nature after reviewing all the facts concerning safer sex and with a mind free from the effects of alcohol or drugs, as these may impair your judgment. This work is not to be reproduced in any manner without prior approval from the author.

AUTHORS NOTE: My last story, "Brian's Visit", which remains unfinished (sorry guys), was met with considerable positive comments. If you wish to read it you will have to look on the stories posted prior to 2004 page (authoritarian section). I hope that people interested in this story's subject matter will also enjoy it. Feedback is appreciated; however, please do not email me about minor spelling or grammatical errors or with angry comments about the issues involved (see disclaimer above). Unlike my last story this one is not presented in chapter form and is a COMPLETE account of the events in the life of one person over the course of two weeks. I hope you enjoy the story...

INTRODUCTION - THE TRAINING CAMP

In the absolute darkness of the van's rear cabin, I felt us slow down and finally come to a complete stop. We had traveled for hours. I was tied - helpless - to hooks in the floor - four of them, one in each corner of the warm compartment. My cock was hard, as it had been for much of the last six weeks, and a long, slender dildo buzzed with determination inside me. Precum coated my abdomen and I could feel it begin to roll down my sides. I always leak a lot of juice when I am excited, but since training camp it seemed like the amount had tripled.

Six weeks ago, as I was coming out of the gym late one night, I was jumped. I never saw it coming. I just remember being grabbed and held forcefully while a damp cloth was placed over my nose and mouth. The world became dark and my life changed forever.

A sharp feeling in my arm awakened me. Looking up and still groggy, I saw someone injecting me with an unknown medication. I caught a glimpse of another man standing by the door. My head was pounding so I lowered it back to the table and started to drift off again. My clouded brain made out a few scattered pieces of conversation - apparently about me.

"I love this drug. It works wonders with breaking in new slaves."

"I know - being hard practically 24/7 is a real incentive."

"Plus it has the added benefit of increasing sperm production to three or four times the normal amount. Most of our buyers find that a real selling point."

The voices trailed off and I slept again...

When I finally shrugged off my sleepiness, I found myself in a small room with another guy. We were both naked and sporting massive hardons. The other guy's hands were tied behind his back and he was looking at me with pleading eyes.

"Please jerk me off", he asked directly. He was almost in tears. I couldn't believe what I had just heard.

"No, I'm not going to do that!"

"Please, I just have to cum. I'm dying over here." It was difficult to comprehend how anyone could be horny enough to ask a complete stranger (another guy no less) to jerk him off.

As I was getting ready to say something else, the door opened and a man motioned for me to follow him. Without saying a word, I walked behind him down the dimly lit hallway to another room. There was an examination table in the center with stirrups attached.

"Get up on the table." I didn't like the look of this.

"No - I'm not getting up on that thing. You can't do this to me!"

He grabbed my shoulder hard and before I knew it he had turned me all the way around. Less than a second later the flat palm of his hand struck my bare ass. It felt like his hand must have been moving at the speed of sound. I had never been hit like that before - not even as a child getting a sound spanking from my dad. I cried out in pain as the slap seared into my naked flesh. My cock, still hard, jerked upwards and slapped my stomach, leaving it slightly wet. He pivoted me back around to face him.

"Get up on the table", he repeated, more serious this time.

Afraid of getting another slap, I hopped up on the table, my ass still flaming hot. I swung my legs up and reclined on the table without being told.

"Shit, you're gonna be easy to break in." He tied my hands together and lifted them up, securing them to a bar behind me that looked like it was designed to hold IV fluids. I was terrified and in passive silence allowed him to do anything he wanted. My legs were placed in the stirrups and he hoisted the restraints even higher and closer to my head - until my ass was pointed up in the air about a foot off the table. He then walked across the room and out of my line of sight. When I saw him again he was standing between my legs. I felt something wet and slippery rubbing against my hole.

"Sorry kid, I don't have much time so we're gonna have to do this fast." His finger plunged in without warning and immediately started thrusting in and out. I clamped down hard on the invading finger, trying to stop the violation, but could do nothing. He curved his digit upwards and pressed hard against my prostate. My cock lurched, bounced, and belched - soaking the head in precum. I felt devastated by the humiliation. He pulled his finger out and rammed something else back in. It was thin, not much bigger than his finger, but it was still uncomfortable and since I could not see it, I was even more frightened.

Less than a minute later, the thing in my ass started to buzz. The sound reverberated off the walls of the small room. I jolted on the table at the new sensation. He pulled the thing in and out ten times - having me count off each plunge. Then I heard the sound of duct tape being pulled off a roll and torn. He proceeded to tape the device in my ass.

"That's gonna hurt like hell when I pull it off but I can't have it falling out before we're ready to come get you. Enjoy yourself." With that he walked out of the room.

There was a clock on the wall visible from between my spread legs. It said two o'clock. I had no idea if that was two in the morning or two in the afternoon. All I really knew at the moment was that I wanted out of that room. Time seemed to creep by as my ass was tormented. My prick went into overdrive after my hole adjusted to the invasion. The buzzing started to feel good. My need to cum was growing. I knew my body very well and the various stages I go through before I shoot (I know that sexual researchers have identified different stages, but these were the ones that I noticed in my own body). I began the process of going through the stages. I had been through the first two stages before the man left the room - a dry hardon and leaky one. After the buzzing in my ass had become a pleasant feeling, I reached stage three - long simple enjoyment of my hard, wet cock. There was no danger of shooting in stage three and it could go on indefinitely. Indeed, with no hands to help me out - it did go on for a while...an hour and ten minutes to be exact. My dick continued to leak. I was puzzled about why I was making such a mess. I usually leak a lot; I never need lube to jack off - but this much precum was unusual even for me. The sheet underneath was actually getting wet. Suddenly, I hit stage four - climbing - the period of time where you know that you are getting close, but not there yet. I began to realize why the other guy wanted me to jerk him off so badly. I would have paid someone to jerk me off at that moment.

The door opened and the guy who had trussed me up came in followed by four other, younger looking men.

"Don't mind us - we're just here to watch. These are four of our new trainers and I need to teach them our methods and practices. Proceed with what you were doing." The five of them sat down wherever they could - desks, counters, or chairs and watched me in silence.

Of course, I could not continue what I had been doing. I had never been so humiliated in my life - tied up, ass in the air, hard cock throbbing and leaking everywhere, with a dildo vibrating in my ass. I tried to be still and as dignified as possible in such an insane position, but the buzzing continued and eventually I was climbing again. Looking around the room pathetically, I felt the signs that I was reaching the top of my climb...but then it stopped, just hovering there, just before stage five - the moment of inevitability, when you know that you couldn't stop yourself from cumming if your life depended on it. I hung there with my pounding prick for thirty more minutes.

Finally, horniness overcame humiliation and I spoke. "Can someone please jerk me off or let me down so that I can do it? My dick hurts...please."

"I should tell you that anytime you speak to a member of the staff in this institution you will address them as 'Sir'. You can also use 'Master' since some of our clients prefer that instead, but you will always show respect and that you know your place. Since you're new, I won't punish you this time."

"Sir, could someone please jerk me off?". I was getting desperate now.

"No...you haven't finished this exercise yet. Don't talk to us again. Moan and groan all you want but I had better not hear a word out of you."

I needed to get off even if it was in front of these five guys. I started to squeeze and release my ass ring, almost sucking the dildo in. This gave me a slight feeling that it was thrusting into me. I started to sweat profusely. The sheet on the table was soaked through with precum and sweat. My climb to orgasm intensified another notch and I moaned with lust. But it was just not enough to push me over the edge.

I started to swing my legs in the stirrups. My penis started slapping my abs with each swing. As I watched my dick, it slung a huge snotty wad of clear precum up and into my eye. It burned, but not enough to stop me. The slapping was doing the job. I was just short of stage five. Right in front of my eyes I saw precum pour out of my cock - I slung it everywhere! A couple more slaps and I would start to cum; no one could stop it.

I didn't notice my "trainer" moving towards me.

He ripped off the duct tape.

"SHIT!!!" I screamed as he also tore out the dildo.

"That was a word, slave. You will get another five swats for that."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears. I glanced at the other four guys in the room and every one of them was laughing. Needless to say, I was not going to reach the point of no return and certainly not orgasm. I received five slaps to my upturned ass and each one stung worse than the last. To my credit, I didn't utter a word. My hands were retied behind me and I was led back to my room. My roommate was still there, hard and horny as ever. His cock was leaking too. Even though it seemed that we were in the same boat, I didn't feel like talking to him and I think he understood.

The rest of the six-week training period was much of the same. We were given injections every other day to make it difficult to go soft and to increase our semen volume. I was horny all the time - I even sat through meals with a hardon. My balls were becoming accustomed to being soaked in precum. We were not allowed to jerk off and our hands were usually bound to prevent it. Early in my stay I found out that one slave had rubbed one off by pumping into his sheets. He received twenty smacks with a hard board followed by an uncomfortable chastity device. I vowed that I would never break that rule. I learned that after six weeks I would be sold to the highest bidder. If no one bid on me, I would stay in the training camp until someone did. I didn't know which one I would prefer - not that I really had a choice.

Actually, my trainer told me that I was one of the easiest slaves to break that he had ever worked with. I didn't know how to feel about that. I was just so damn compliant. I rarely spoke and when I did I always used the proper prefix to show respect. Sometimes I even got on my knees before speaking. I never tried to jerk off though I needed to almost constantly. In fact, in the third week, they trusted me enough to start leaving me alone without binding my hands. It was strange but I actually felt a little proud of that.

The teasing sessions were the worst though...three sessions a day for two hours apiece. Various devices were used on our cocks and assholes to keep us on the edge of shooting before letting us go back to the rest of the day's activities. By the time we regained control of ourselves it was time for another session. I was told that this was done so that the first cumshot for our new masters would be an awesome one. I didn't mind the devices as much as when a trainer would simply sit in a chair in front of me and fondle my balls. As soon as the precum started to flow I would get a slow hand job - right to the edge and then abruptly stopped. The cycle would then repeat.

I had entered this facility fully confident in my own manhood. I dated regularly, had an active sex life, and the normal libido of most men my age. That all changed the moment I arrived here. They stripped me of that confidence. The constant sexual stimulation and forced servitude, always delivered by and in the presence of other males, began to shape my sexuality. The use of medicinal enhancements gave me the impression that my body was responding to these men. I started to allow myself to explore those thoughts. The sight of erect penises all around me, every minute of the day, began to give me a new appreciation for this hard, phallic symbol of masculinity. The need to cum coupled with the daily stimulation to my anus and prostate caused me to wonder how it would feel to have a man inside me instead of these toys. I began to NEED to find out how that would feel. The institution did not allow slaves to be fucked by other men, however, as non-virgins did not sell for as high a price. When my time came, I was a sexually confused shell of the man I had once been, no longer confident that I knew myself as well as I had thought. I was now a lump of clay, ready to be molded into whatever type of man my purchaser wanted me to be.

When I was sold I never saw my new master - he picked me out from behind a one- way mirror - like a line-up at the police station. They were going to deliver me to him like a Fed-Ex package the next day.

It was the first time that I had seen the sun in six weeks. I was still naked as I walked down the hall, my hard and drippy rod swaying as it pointed the way. I was a little nervous when we reached the door and I almost asked my trainer about clothes for the trip. I decided against it; I didn't want to end my stay here with a paddling. I walked outside, blinded by the sun, hoping that we were in an insolated spot. My vision returned and I saw that we were in a parking lot next to a busy street with a shopping center across the road! My hands moved to cover my cock but were smacked away. It seemed like the van took forever to drive up, but it was probably only a minute or so. I jumped into the back, stretched out on the floor, and was secured to the four corners with soft rope. A thin dildo was shoved up my butt. The van doors slammed shut and darkness consumed me.

SATURDAY - FIRST MEETING

So, as I said, we had driven for what seemed like hours, every bump in the road, every curve we took, driving the dildo into a different position. I was ridiculously hard, having received my last injection just yesterday. But we finally slowed to a stop and I heard the cab doors open and slam shut again. The back was opened and my trainer crawled in to untie me. He ripped the dildo from my ass but replaced it with a small butt plug, which also vibrated - the tip tickling my prostate. The trainer smiled.

"We want that cock at full attention for your first meeting with your new master, don't we?"

"Yes, Sir", I replied weakly but still as compliant as ever.

I was pulled from the van and noticed that the driver had parked on the street. Just as my eyes adjusted to the light outside a trucker drove by, slowing down before passing us and blowing his horn in either amusement or approval. My trainer grabbed some paperwork and took me by the arm as we walked down the long driveway. My new master had a privacy fence around the entire yard except for the opening to the driveway. The driveway itself was lined with a chain link fence instead of wood. As we approached the house, I became increasingly nervous. I had no idea what this man might be like. My legs were shaking but my cock didn't soften in the least. In fact, I think that being naked outdoors for anyone to see was making me HARDER. I needed to get control of myself.

Up on the porch, my trainer rang the bell and a few seconds later my new master appeared in the doorframe. He was younger than I expected - he looked like he was about my age. That was going to make it awkward to call him "Sir". He had a buzz cut that looked like it was brown when grown out. He was in good physical shape, wearing a white undershirt and a pair of workout shorts. His legs were hairy and it grew all the way down to the tops of his bare feet. My dick dripped on the porch. Master then spoke.

"It's good to get a close up view of him...you say he's one of the best you have?"

"One of the best we've EVER had. He will do anything and everything you want with no sass and he has amazing control of his penis. He didn't cum the entire six weeks of training."

"He'd better be good for as much as I paid for him." My new boss looked me up and down, stroking his chin and nodding his head. "Yeah, he'll do. So you need me to sign something?"

"Yes, just this delivery confirmation." He signed it quickly and my trainer turned to me, smacking me playfully on the bottom, plowing the butt plug into my prostate. My cock lurched and dripped more fluid. "Be good," he said as he returned to the truck. I stood for an awkward moment before Master spoke.

"Well, don't just stand there like a fucking idiot. Get your ass in here!" he ordered. I was afraid that he might be a hitter and wanted to get off on the right foot. As soon as I was in the door I dropped to my knees.

"Master, I am here to do anything and everything you want. You own me...every part of me...and I will do whatever it takes to please you."

"Wow, they did train you well. Except don't ever call me 'Master' again - I can't stand it. Just call me 'Sir' or 'Coach' - since I'll be coaching you through more training sessions. If you thought that camp was hard, you haven't seen anything yet. Go stand in that corner." Following his directions, I went to the corner he indicated. There were hooks in the walls and I could imagine where this was going. Without another word, he fastened my arms to the hooks and spread my legs apart. He withdrew the butt plug while it was still buzzing and reached around to my face. Again, he didn't speak but since he was pushing the plug against my lips, I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth and the plug slipped in. I was nervous and excited at the same time, especially since I was facing into the corner and couldn't see what he was doing. I was about to get my first real fuck.

His cock plunged into me with a single swift motion. I felt his scratchy pubes slam up against my ass. I was so loosened up that it didn't hurt as much as surprise me. Within seconds I was enjoying it, moaning like a bitch around the vibrating butt plug in my mouth.

"Nod your head if you like this, slave." I nodded affirmatively. "Well, this is going to be the first test of your cock control. I'm gonna fuck you nice and slow, tease your hole in every way, and if you cum you WILL be punished. Nod your head again if you understand." I nodded that I did.

I figured that if I could take all those training exercises without cumming, then this ought to be a breeze. He slowly, excruciatingly slowly, withdrew his cock from my ass completely. He teased the opening, which had not completely closed, with the slick head of his prick and then inch by slow fucking inch edged it back into me. His dick passed my prostate with each tortuous thrust. He looked around and saw that my leaking cock had already formed a puddle on the floor. On his next stroke he pulled out all the way and left the room. He returned with a pot, the inside Teflon black, and placed it under me where the puddle had formed. His cock was back inside me now and I was on fire with lust. I began to wonder if I might actually shoot. I couldn't disobey him on my first day!

I was nearing the point of no return. He was going to fuck the cum out of me! Just as I was about to sling it, my ass was empty - he had pulled out. I heard him crawl between my legs and he lay back on the floor, looking up at me and putting the pot on his chest.

"Don't you fucking cum! Hold it, Hold it...your cock is shaking like crazy - you better not fucking disappoint me. Shit, fuckhead, your cock tube is swelling something fierce...have you got cum in your tube? It better not spill out if you know what's good for you. If I see one drop of white your ass will be stinging for a week. Hold it, Hold it...your balls are drawing up. They're so high that they're on either side of your cock. Bad news, bitch, your cock is jumping, head is swelling, knees are shaking and that can only mean one thing - you are about to sling it big time, aren't you? You can't help it after being fucked by a real man instead of those crappy dildos. Only a dick master could hold it back at this point - I wouldn't want to be you right now, fuckwad."

His comments were not helping. He was right...everything was going wrong. I felt fluid enter my cock, but still tried to hold it back. The bulbous head was swollen to insane proportions. My ass was clenched tight with an attempt to stop what seemed like the inevitable. Finally, I could fight it no more and resigned myself to the fact that I was going to receive a beating. At least I was going to get to cum.

I released my ass muscles and relaxed, ready to let biology take it's course, my eyes never leaving my cock as it bounced and bounced. What I saw next I couldn't believe - it looked like something from a freak show. My prick expanded and a HUGE stream of precum poured out, clearing the head of my cock by at least two inches before gravity caught it. He had moved the pot to catch it. I shot out this clear, slimy juice for at least three seconds, no spurts or contractions, just precum running out...so much that it looked like I was pissing. Afterwards, my dick just stood there, still jutting out proud and hard. I clenched my ass again and held back the actual orgasm. I had done it! I was slinging sweat all over him but he didn't seem to care.

"FUUUUCCCCKKKK!" he said in an amazed whisper. He had caught all of my precum in the pot and I couldn't believe the amount - there was enough to fill at LEAST two shot glasses. He returned the pot to its previous position and said, "God damn, I want to see that again." Standing up again, he shoved his hard pud back in my ass, performing the same slow, sensuous fuck as before. "You think you can do that again for me, bitch?" he asked before biting my ear.

"I'm not sure, Sir, but I will try."

"Good - there's a camera in the corner of the wall embedded in the molding, aimed right at your crotch. If you can do that again you might just make me the happiest slave owner ever."

We repeated this cycle three more times, each time ending with me pissing precum into the pot. Not once did any actual cum seep out. My new owner was ecstatic. I knew, however, that if we did it one more time that I would actually cum. I think he knew it too because he started to unhook my arms and didn't try to put his cock back inside me.

"Sir, don't you want to cum?" I asked timidly.

"You'd like that wouldn't you? You want my cock spewing your hot hole. Well, you're not going to get it no matter how much I enjoyed your little performance." He moved to sit down on the couch, shucking his shorts in the process. I realized that he must have been fucking me with them still on. "Come over here and stand in front of me, hands behind your head."

As I did what I was told, I noticed his cock - my first time seeing it. It was fucking beautiful - at least eight inches long and hard as a brick. The foreskin gently moved up and down the shaft as he casually stroked it. His kinky brown pubes were soaked with sweat. His balls hung low in a loose sack that looked like it provided lots of room to swing. He snapped me out of my reverie when he spoke.

"How big would you say it is, slut?"

"Sir, it looks to be at least eight, eight and half inches."

"It's actually just shy of nine, but we'll call it nine anyway. Regardless, it's bigger than yours." He was right. My dick is above average - seven inches - but those two extra inches make a lot of difference. "Tell me what you want to do with this big ass cock..."

I was caught off guard by the question and was slightly embarrassed. My face flushed and my cock continued to pulse. "I'd really like to suck it, Sir...and I loved it when you fucked me just now. You can do that to me anytime you want - as many times a day as you want. I want to tongue under your foreskin and taste your smooth head. And you know, Sir, that I would appreciate your cum - in my mouth, my ass, anywhere. I just know that I need it." The more I talked the more I couldn't stop talking. He just sat there and smirked.

"Let me stop you right there, slave. You know the fucking you just got?" I nodded yes. "That's the last one you're gonna get from me. Now I might let some of my friends fuck you - and I've got a cousin that loves to play with my slaves, but I won't fuck you...and you are never going to get to suck this dick, ever! You see, bitch, different slave owners have different things they like to do. Some like to beat them, mistreat them, and hurt them. But here's what I enjoy...I like to humiliate my slaves, I like to tie them up and watch their strung out bodies try to break free. But most of all, I like to tease my slaves and only let them cum when it isn't physically possible to hold back any longer. We'll talk more about this tonight...for now I want you to watch me."

He was stroking his cock less casually now and more like he wanted to enjoy himself. I licked my lips in spite of myself as I watched his foreskin move up and down. When he started to leak precum, my cock belched out another glob with him. Then he started to talk to me.

"Watch my cock, bitch. That's right, I want your eyes on my dick - as far as you are concerned nothing else in the world exists right now...not even your little fag dick. Look at how hard I am. This feels so hot, fucker, but I bet you've forgotten what it even feels like, haven't you? Shit, I'm starting to leak some juice. You have me beat in that department; you leak like a fucking faucet. Even right now while you are watching me, that cock is dripping all over my floor. Goddamn, my prick feels hot...it's burning in my hand...head is so fucking sensitive. You know my foreskin covers the whole head even when I'm fucking boned like I am now. Watch me pull it up - see the entire thing is covered with some to spare...lots of juice filling up that skin now. Watch this, as I pull it back down, how shiny the head is - that's hot as hell, slut. I need to stretch out while I enjoy this. I'll just lay back here and keep stroking off. Hey, you are looking at my legs, or is it my feet. Fuck, your little cock jumped when I said you might like my feet - you do, don't you? Look at my balls, whore...aren't those just about the hottest balls you've ever seen? My dick is feeling so nice about now. Bet you wish you could be doing this...you'd like to be running your hand up and down your cock, greased with your precum, until you shoot the biggest damn load of your pathetic life. Yeah, your cock likes that idea...it's jumping again. You are such a slut. I like to jack off slow like this - makes it last a while. Of course, not six fucking weeks like you. I'll be shooting a load in just a bit. You're gonna see my hot cock explode all over me. You would really like that wouldn't you? Yeah, go ahead and nod yes...I knew you did. But really to me, jacking off, and cumming should be a personal thing - like real men do it. Real men don't walk around with permanent hardons for the entire world to see. I mean really, how many people have seen your hard dick during the past six weeks? Bet you can't even count them. You know, come to think of it, I don't really want you to watch me after all, turn around, bitch. That's right...turn around where you can't see me. Remember, I'm not like you, I own you not the other way around. You just can't see my dick whenever you want. If I decide to show it to you then I will, but not anymore today. I don't know when you will see it again, maybe never. God, I am starting to feel like I need to cum. My balls are fucking boiling, cunt. Man, this feels so good my toes are curling...I can't stay still. Gotta get into my cock all the way...feeling every inch, massaging the head. Hey, slut, my pud looks fucking huge right now. It's even starting to throb in my hand. Shit, I know you want to do this right now, but with your hands up you can't - that's hilarious, you faggot. Damn, stop dripping on my floor...you are going to have to clean that up after I finish. FUUUUCK - I am going to have the most awesome orgasm ever. Do you even remember what an orgasm feels like? Probably not. God I do...have a couple every day. If I haven't gotten my nut at least two or three times a day then I'm probably sick. But not today...today my cock is on fire. My ballsack is getting tighter. Hey, listen to this...yeah, just pulled my prick all the way down and let it snap up on my abs. Did you hear it smack? Listen again. Yeah, this is the life...jerking off while torturing my fag slave. I'm really getting close now. If I hold my cock still you can see it throb. The head is really wet now. Your legs are shaking. Are you cold? Or is that dick of yours getting the best of you. How humiliating - you might cum all over my living room and you aren't even touching yourself or looking at me. You better not cum though...just do whatever it is that you do to keep your swimmers inside. I don't wanna see that shit in here. Fuck, I'm getting little contractions between my balls and my ass. They feel so fucking good. My hand is moving so slow right now, but I would never be able to last as long as you. I don't know how you do it. My balls are really drawing up now. They're bigger than yours though so they won't draw up in my body. Fuck, I'm feeling good. I bet I can cum on the count of ten. You ready? Count with me. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, FUUUUUUUUCCCKKK, shit, goddamn it fucker, my wad is flying all over me. Listen to me, slave, I'm still slinging it. FUCK! That makes the third blast. There went number four. I got at least four more in me. Fuck it! Five and six. Seven just landed in my belly button. Now they're just running down my cock...getting caught in the foreskin. Shit, I'm covered. Damn, you're shaking so much. Are you close? Try and do that little trick I like so much. Push that precum out like a hose. That's my slave, work it, work it. Your ass is flexing...push it out, slut. Reach back and slap your ass. Don't just stand there when I tell you to do something. Take a hand down and slap your ass. I want to hear it. That's it. Keep doing that until your precum flies out. That's it - you're doing it. God, that didn't take long. Those slaps must have done it...or maybe my big cumshot that you didn't get to see. Keep standing there - I'm gonna clean up. Remember, no more cock for you and you certainly can't see the buckets of cum all over me."

I was nearly hysterical when he left the room. He came back fully dressed and immediately went to get my precum pot. He poured the sticky liquid all over my head.

"This was all to teach you your place around here. Do you think you've got it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, keep standing here until that juice dries. Later, we can talk more about how I'm gonna tease and humiliate you."

When I was dry, he came back into the living room and told me to follow him. We walked around the house and he showed me the various rooms. We stopped at his bedroom and I saw his nice king-sized bed. He told me that I would never get to go in there. I wondered where I was going to sleep but didn't want to ask. I figured he would tell me when I needed to know. The last stop was a glass walled sunroom that had obviously been added after the house was built. I was mostly expecting it to be filled with plants. Since it was already dark outside the room was pitch black. He flipped a switch on the inside of the wall and a bare light bulb flickered on, something like a porch light. The room was mostly bare. There was a single cabinet with a combination lock protecting its contents. The only other item was a small, twin bed in the center of the room.

"Welcome to your room!" he exclaimed. I said nothing but the look on my face gave away my shock. "Well, you didn't expect to stay in the house, did you? Don't worry though, it's very well heated and since you never use clothes, you don't need dressers. Cheer up, you'll get used to it in no time."

Because of the distraction, my dick had started to sag a bit. I was only about half hard, pointing more South than North. We both noticed it at about the same time.

"Hey, get that cock hard again, now!" I reached down to stroke it. When my hand got close I realized that I hadn't touched my own dick in over six months - not even to piss. I wasn't supposed to now either. He smacked my hand away and gave me a quick, stinging swat on the cheek. "Not with your hand, you moron. Just think about something that makes you hot. Look at me while you are thinking about it." I couldn't help it - I thought about him fucking me so agonizingly slow this afternoon. Staring into his eyes didn't help either. I was soon feeling my heartbeat in my rod again and with every beat it moved a little higher. In no time I was rock hard again. "What did you think about?", he asked me.

"Sir, I, um, I thought about...well, I thought about you fucking me today".

A shit-eating grin slowly crept across his face. "Your boy-pussy sure does give you a lot of pleasure, doesn't it?" No one had ever called it that before and I started to blush, ashamed of the implications.

"Yes, Sir."

"No, say it like I did."

"Sir, it makes me really hot to have something in my...my...boy-pussy."

"I've still got that little butt plug that you came with. Want me to put it in now?"

Actually, I didn't, but I figured that wasn't the answer he was looking for. "Yes, Sir, I'd like that." We wandered back to the living room where he picked it up off the floor and quickly stuffed my ass with it. He twisted the knob to activate the vibrator and I knew my cock wouldn't go soft any time soon.

We went to the kitchen and had a light snack - him sitting at the table, me on the floor. At least I wasn't eating out of a dog bowl. The butt plug was hard to deal with. I kept squirming, trying to get comfortable. I looked up at the clock and was amazed at how late it was - it was already midnight. Then I realized that I didn't even know what day it was. Days of the week quickly ran together in the training camp and you soon lost track. I decided it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"What day of the week is this, Sir?"

"Saturday night going into Sunday morning. Are you finished eating yet?"

"Yes, Sir."

I picked up the dishes and took them to the sink to wash - butt plug still vibrating. When I finished, he told me to go to my room and wait for him there. He was only a few minutes behind me. He commented on my self-control - I had been left alone without being bound and I didn't try to stroke. He told me to lie back on the bed while he opened the lock on the cabinet. He walked over with some restraints and tied me down.

"It's not that I don't trust you, but if you turn over in the middle of the night and your cock hits those sheets, I'm afraid it will spew all over. This will keep you from rolling over. Any questions?"

"Just one, Sir, can't people see into this room with the lights on, I mean, since the walls are made of glass?"

"Yeah, so?" I could tell that I shouldn't press the issue.

"I'll sleep wherever you like, Sir."

"Great, that's what I like to hear. You might just do after all."

My trainer began massaging my balls as I lay there helplessly tied down. He worked me expertly until my cock was about to fire like a pistol. He always knew when to stop. I began to ache for release, but I didn't want to beg. He might not like begging. He would pinch the head of my prick and pull it way down, letting it slap back up loudly on my stomach. Then it would be manipulated left and right, in circles, shaken hard from the base, and anything else he could think of. He then started using both hands, one on my rod and the other massaging my nuts. Between that and the vibrations in my ass, I was on fire, hovering in a place both agonizing and ecstatic.

"Wow, you really need to nut, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I've been wondering since this is your first day that maybe I should let you. After all, it's been six weeks and that's just not natural." That did it, I was going to beg.

"God, please Sir. That would relieve me so much. I can't take the pressure any more..."

"I'll do it then, but first take this." He held up a capsule that looked like cold medicine. I looked at him, concerned. "Don't worry, it's nothing that can hurt you." He placed the capsule in my mouth and I swallowed it without any water. What I didn't know was that he owned an old-fashioned mortar and pestle. With it he ground up a cocktail of Viagra, Levitra, and an amphetamine. He took the powder and put it into an innocent looking, empty capsule. There was no way that my dick was going down tonight and no way that I would sleep. Wired and horny - that's what he wanted.

Without any warning the butt plug was pulled from my ass. "I think you need something a little bigger. Not as big as me just yet, but a little thicker." He went over to the cabinet and pulled out a dildo about the size of the ones we used in training. I knew that I could take it. He lubed it up and joined me on the bed between my legs. Slowly, he inserted the fake cock inside me. When it was all the way in, he began a leisurely withdrawal until just the head was inside me. I moaned out loud when he started to shake it gently up and down. Then the slow fuck continued. I hadn't anticipated this. I assumed he would get me off by touching me. This fuck was starting to get to me. I was riding a massive wave of pleasure. Sweat was pouring from me and precum coated my stomach. I was moments away from shooting when I panicked. What if he didn't want me to cum like this? What if he wanted it to last longer? I had to find out.

"Sir?"

"Yes?" he asked, twisting the dildo inside me, eliciting another moan of pleasure.

"I might cum soon, Sir, if you keep doing this. I don't want to do it until you say it is OK...so I wanted to let you know."

The fucking was immediately stopped and my trainer got off the bed. "No, I think I want you to go a bit longer. You can do that for me, right? After all, I am going to let you shoot." I nodded yes and he went back to the cabinet, turning it so that it was facing me. Inside was a TV and DVD player. He held up a DVD disc and asked it I knew what it was.

"No, Sir."

"It's our afternoon fuck session - remember the long, slow fuck I gave you? The one you will never get from me again? I got the entire thing on this disc - from the time I first put it in you to my cumshot. I'm out of the frame for my cumshot, of course, but you can still hear me, and you can see yourself perfectly. I did a little editing, mainly so I could fit it all on one DVD, but your amazing precum splashes are all caught on here. I'm gonna put this on and go meet a friend for a quick drink. The movie is two hours long and I would really appreciate it if you didn't cum. I'll get you off myself when I get back. Don't fuck this up or you will be punished. Oh and I almost forgot, that dildo is programmable and I've set it up to start at 1:15 on low. Every fifteen minutes after that, it will go up a notch. When you only have fifteen more minutes to go, the thruster will kick in and the vibrator to max. Have fun..."

I heard him walking down the hall. The front door opened and closed. I heard his car being started and driven away. I didn't know that he had only driven a few hundred meters away and parked on the side of the road. He then walked back and watched me through the glass. With the light on inside the glass sunroom, he could see me, but I could not see anything but reflections.

I watched the clock and waited for 1:15. Sure enough the dildo kicked in on a nice low setting. The movie had started and I couldn't help but watch it. The main camera was on my cock, with only occasional glimpses of him. I never saw his prick. The drugs were kicking in and I was a mess. My dick actually hurt it was so hard. "I'll never make it...I'll never make it..." I thought to myself. The sheet underneath me was soaking wet. I was panting and sweating and writhing and moaning and trying desperately not to cum. Then I would think, "Damn it, I'll just take the punishment..." At that point, I would start easing the dildo in and out by raising my hips. But then, always when I was right on the edge, I would chicken out. At 1:30 the dildo kicked up another notch. I looked up at the TV again. My cock was slinging precum everywhere as it hung like a flagpole shooting up from my pubes. I knew we were closing in on the first time all that juice ran out of me with such force. My owner had disappeared and had returned with the pot. He then disappeared as he crawled between my legs. My ass was on fire and my rod felt like it would explode when I saw the fluid pour out. It literally looked like I was pissing precum. The medicine at the training camp really made a difference in the amount of juice my balls could churn out. It was now 1:45 and the dildo went up another notch. I was starting to worry that the vibrations alone would send me over. At 2:00 it was even worse - the movie was getting hotter and the vibrator getting more incessant. I tried to prepare myself for 2:15. When it came and the vibrator kicked up again, my dick shuddered violently and I had another precum incident. It came flying out of my cock and actually landed on my chest between my nipples. I had to hold perfectly still, even holding my breath, not to give in to the desire and let myself cum. There was only an hour to go. I tried to think about other things, anything, but my mind just kept coming back to sex and my drawn up nuts clinging to either side of my dick. At 2:30 the vibrations became pulses and I nearly screamed. After a near eruption, I managed to get under control, although I looked and smelled awful. The smell from my pits, only inches from my face, was intoxicating. Then came 2:45 and the faster pulses. I was ready to give up. I rammed the dildo into me three times and stopped, fearing the punishment I might receive if I continued. I needed to do this...for me as much as for him. All that went out the window when the vibrator kicked into high gear and the thrusting mode began at 3:00. I was no longer in control of my body. I was being driven over the edge, against my will. I couldn't think of a thing to do to stop it.

Just then I heard something rustling outside. I was startled and quickly turned my head. I only saw my sweaty reflection, cock sticking up and drooling all over me. Then I heard the noise again. Someone was out there. The knowledge that someone might be watching me calmed me down, but not completely. Within a few minutes I was itching to cum again. On the movie, my trainer was jerking off, off screen of course, and his monologue was driving me crazy with lust. I started to ride the dildo's thrusts. I was practically there when I saw headlights. He was home. I stopped immediately and waited. Thankfully, I was able to ease off my trigger and hold onto my cum. The front door opened and I heard footsteps down the hall. The door to my "room" opened just as the movie ended and the vibrator suddenly stopped. I looked like I had just stepped out of the shower. A nasty mixture of sweat and precum covered my entire body. Even the hair on my legs was matted down with moisture. Without saying a word, he yanked the latex cock out of my ass.

"So...looks like you had a good time."

"Please, Sir, you gotta let me cum. I need it so bad. I promise I'll be the best slave you ever saw, just please make me cum...PLEASE!!!!"

"Damn, somebody sounds desperate - it's not attractive on you. Here are the house rules. One - you will do anything and everything I say without any backtalk or attitude. Two - you will gladly offer your cock and balls to any manipulation I decide they need. Three - you will be allowed a chance to cum every Saturday night starting at midnight and running through three in the morning. Tell me what time it is now." I glanced up at the clock.

"Sir, it is 3:30."

"Then I guess you missed your window for this week. Better luck next time." He moved to the door. "By the way, until I decide otherwise you sleep with the light on in this room. I don't care who sees you. Sleep tight."

The amphetamines kept me up all night and the Viagra/Levitra cocktail did the same for my prick. My mind was racing and I continued to sweat and my cock kept burping out short bursts of precum every now and then. I watched the clock and prayed for morning.

SUNDAY - MEETING THE NEIGHBOR

Coach stepped into the room the next morning carrying a hypodermic needle filled with fluid. "Time for your injection, slave. The nurses at your training camp provided me with a month's supply when I bought you...any more after that and I'll have to pay for them. They told me to give them to you every other day, but I think we'll try every day for the next few days and see what happens. So you will have this in the morning and your pill in the evening. They also told me that I didn't have to find a vein and put this in your arm - it will work just fine putting it in your ass cheek, which is much safer since I'm not trained to do this kind of thing. So turn over just a bit and let me stick it to you."

I did as I was told without uttering a single word. It stung, but not as much as the fact that I was being forced to submit to it. I no longer had any choices to make - even when it came to my own body.

"By the way, you aren't showering today. You're not leaving the property so we'll just keep you as you are." I was filthy, sweaty, and covered in precum. I even had dried precum in my hair from when he dumped the pot over my head yesterday. He untied me and then examined my cock for a second to inspect the still hard piece of flesh. He flicked it with his finger and I flinched but did not cry out or complain. I was ordered out of bed to start the day.

The morning was really quite mundane. He wanted me to clean his house - naked of course. Between the shot this morning and the drugs last night my rod never had a chance to get soft. I was walking around with strings of precum hanging from my dick almost constantly now. They would sway back and forth when I was vacuuming or whip around and stick to my thighs when I made a quick turn. I wanted nothing more than to touch it but simply knew better. I wasn't sure yet what he might be capable of and I didn't want to get hurt. At least I didn't have the butt plug in me.

Around 1:00 in the afternoon, he went out the front door and came back in fifteen minutes later, calling for me. "Follow me", he ordered.

"Like this?" I blurted out without thinking.

He calmly turned around and spoke in plain even words. "You are going to pay for that. You questioned me and you failed to address me properly. Now get your ass out here!"

I followed him, quite uneasy about being in the open completely nude and erect. He walked ahead of me down the driveway closer and closer to the opening in the fence. We were about six feet from the opening in the privacy fence leading to the road when I saw the ropes. "Hold out your arms". This time I did it with no hesitation. He tied each of my hands to the upper portion of the chain link fence on either side of the driveway. When finished, he knelt down and simply barked, "Spread 'em". I spread my legs as far as I could and he fastened them to the lower part of the fence on each side. I couldn't see him now so I let out a surprised cry when the first strike of his open palm landed on my ass with a loud noise. Nine more followed. His pager went off. "Stay here...I gotta get this."

He left me there, naked, alone, hard as a rock and dripping all over the driveway. The spanking in the open air where anyone driving by could see, combined with the shot this morning, caused me to be leaking even more juice than before. At one point, I had a strand hanging from the tip of my dick all the way down to my calves. I shuddered at the thought that his spanking had done this to me and the strand broke, flying off in all different directions. I heard Coach coming back out the front door but could not see him since I was facing in the wrong direction. He was obviously talking on the phone.

"Yeah, they delivered him yesterday...well, OK so far...training camp did a good job with this one, he's fucked up a couple of times, but all in all I'm pleased so far...can you hold on a second?" He leaned over into my ear and said, "I forgot to give you something..." Suddenly, my ass was filled with another fake cock with a built in vibrator. This one did not have a wireless remote but one that was connected to the dildo via a wire. He ran the wire up to my shoulder and draped the remote over my collarbone. Then he turned it on low and started walking back to the house. "Yeah, I'm back...sure we are still on for Saturday...and I was thinking I could have you over by yourself sometime in the next couple of weeks..." His voice trailed off as he closed the door behind him.

I was mortified. Anyone driving by the house could see me tied there with a massive hardon and a vibrating cock in my ass. Nevertheless, my prick responded as it always does - with renewed energy and more precum. I tried to remain calm. I focused on my breathing but could hear my heartbeat in my ears and feel it in my dick. I looked down and sure enough it was bouncing to every beat. I panicked at the next sensation - I started having contractions. They weren't as strong as an orgasm but that's what I was afraid it was. God, they felt fucking awesome!!! I looked down and saw that I was shooting precum again. It looked like a mini orgasm except with a much smaller shooting distance and clear prefuck instead of semen. It was the closest thing to an orgasm that I had experienced in over six weeks and I enjoyed the hell out of it. My knees started to shake as I was coming down off the high.

That's when it happened. The remote control slid off my shoulder and landed on the pavement, sending the dildo into overdrive. The thing was drilling me like mad, bumping into my prostate repeatedly. "This is it..." I thought, "an accident is gonna make me cum. Coach will be furious." There was nothing I could do. I tried to reach it with my foot but there just wasn't enough play in the rope. Then I tried to swing my ass, hoping I could move the remote closer to my foot. That didn't work either, and made me look ridiculous in the process. That's when I noticed someone at the entrance to the driveway.

"What are you doing, boy?" he asked.

"Um, I was just, shit mister, this is more complicated than I could ever explain. I was..."

"You were what...fucking yourself with a dildo out for all the world to see. Slinging your fucking dicksnot all over a decent man's driveway? That thing must really be turning you on for you to leak that much." He walked forward and stood right in front of me, staring in my eyes silently. Then he knelt down looking at my cock, inspecting it. He squeezed the head and pulled down, running his other hand through my wet pubes. He allowed my cock to slap back up. It rebounded up and down a few times before returning to the regular pulsing motions it seemed to always have. He reached between my legs and pulled the dildo out about two inches and slowly shoved it back in.

"Oh FUCK! Mister, please, you gotta stop doing that. I'm not suppose to cum."

"And this will make you cum?"

"Yes, Sir, it will. Please don't make me cum. I'll be in so much trouble."

"I'm just kidding you, dickwad. I know you are the new slave. I live in the house next door. I gotta go see your owner now, kid. Don't go anywhere." He crawled between my left arm and leg to get past me to the door and he rang the bell. I heard Coach open the door but could not make out what he or the neighbor were saying. Suddenly, both of them were in front of me. Coach spoke first...

"So, you broke my remote, bitch. Want me to leave it turned up that high all day?"

"No, Coach, that would make me cum and I'm not allowed to do that."

"Good answer," he said as he reached between my legs and yanked the thing out. I let out a sigh of relief. Had I not been so humiliated by the neighbor finding me like this I know that I would have shot by now. Coach looked down and saw the wetness on the driveway. "DAMN, slut, that thing really got your motor running. I'm really proud of you for not shooting, cunt." He reached out and grabbed my super slippery cock and started moving his hand up and down. "Yeah, you make your Coach really proud when you hold that jizz back like that. I know you want to cum and you're just holding back because I want you too." He kept moving his hand up and down. "Like right now, this is probably making you super hot too. Tell Luke how much you like this."

"Sir, it feels so good...so hard to keep in control though. I'm trying so hard. I don't want to disappoint you." My legs were shaking again. Coach gave my cock five really fast strokes just to throw me off before removing his hand. He had expertly brought me back from the brink of shooting once again.

"You wanna try, Luke? He is pretty good at stopping himself, but I'll watch him and let you know if he is getting too close."

"Sure, I'm up for that. How bout you, pussy? You want my hand on your cock?"

"Yes, Sir. I'd love that, Sir!"

"Wait Luke," said Coach. "Put your hand under his dick head and watch this." Coach reached between my legs and felt for my asshole. A finger slipped in with absoultly no problem. Seconds later he had found my prostate and began to push it like a button inside me.

I let out a massive moan and looked down at myself. About an ounce of pure slave precum shot from my dick, clearing the head by at least an inch and filling Luke's palm with the juice.

"There you go, now you got lube for him", said Coach.

"DAMN! I've never seen anyone do that before. This slut is awesome." His now slick hand wrapped around my hard dick and pumped it slowly, just like Coach had done. He told me to look at him, not at my cock. I met his gaze directly and he started asking me questions. "Have you ever been fucked by a real cock, boy?"

"Only once, Sir."

"When was that, in your training?"

"No Sir, it was yesterday."

"You were here yesterday, right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I guess I can assume who did the fucking. Did you like it, fag?" He continued to stroke me as Coach fingered me.

"I loved it, Sir. I want to do it again."

"Does thinking about it make you want to cum more?"

"Yes, it gets me so hot, Sir."

"It must, you've got about the wettest dick I have ever seen. Hey, you wanna see mine?"

"What? Um, Yes, Sir." Coach got out from between my legs and stood up while Luke fished his cock out of his pants. Since his back was to the road and he was only pulling it through his fly, he didn't have much to worry about. His prick was bigger than mine and much thicker but smaller than Coach's. It started to rise almost immediately upon being freed.

"Watch it, boy. Watch it pump all the way up." His cock bobbed and swelled, bobbed and swelled, until finally it reached its full length and girth. He ran a hand over it gently. "I don't make nearly as much precum as you, boy, but do you want to see it anyway?"

"Yes, Sir, show it to me...please."

He jacked off slowly for a couple of minutes, my breath becoming more and more ragged, before he grabbed it at the base and ran a finger along his cumtube from bottom to top. A good-sized drop of slimy goo emerged from his wide piss slit. Coach began playing with my nuts, trying to stretch the sack and pull them back down. I groaned with pleasure. Luke started to jerk off with more conviction, working his cock like a pro. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It became more and more wet as he worked it and his hand moved faster and faster. He pulled his balls out of his zipper as well and they hung heavy beneath his awesome dick. Coach managed somehow to get my balls lower and he was fondling them gently, pulling left and right, using them to bounce my rod up and down. Luke took a step closer to me and asked if I wanted his cum. I quickly told him that I did. He closed his eyes and began to stroke furiously. It only took a minute for him to cry out, "Take it, bitch...Take it, you fucking whore!!!!"

His first shot had so much power it flew all the way up to my chin and hung there, dangling white slime clinging to my jaw. The second landed square in my chest as did the third. They collectively ran down into my pubes before the forth shot was out. It coated my nasty cock. He tried hard to get the rest of his cum onto my dick. I looked like an extreme cumshot movie. He stuck his hand out and I took that to mean I was to clean it up. Coach used the cum lube from Luke to stroke my cock fast and hard for about twenty strokes. He went so fast that the cum started to foam up on my dick. Like always, just before orgasm he pulled away. He congratulated Luke and talked with him for a few more minutes while Luke packed his equipment away. Finally, Luke turned to leave, ignoring me as he exited the yard.

Coach looked me over and just started laughing. "You should see yourself right now!" He pulled out his camera phone and snapped a few pictures off. "You've got about another hour left out here. I be back for you then." And that was it, he just left me there, exposed and humiliated for anyone to see for the next hour.

When I got back into the house, he still didn't want me to shower even though I was caked in cum now. He wanted to do another teasing session immediately, with him sitting on the couch watching the same DVD as I had last night and with me standing in front of him vulnerable to anything he felt like doing. Coach was a master and could read me like a book. He could push me rather far because I have a great deal of self-control. But even I get to the point that I would rather give in than control it. It was there that Coach excelled. He would take me into that zone where I lost control, where suddenly all I needed to do was cum, and keep me there for hours. When he would stop, I would be exhausted and covered with sweat.

After that session, we settled down to a nice evening. We watched some television as I sat on the floor and he laid back on the couch. About 10:00 he handed me the pill and ordered me to swallow. At 11:00, I was ordered back to my room. He tied me down and announced that another training session was about to begin. Two hours of torture later and we were finished for the night. Once again, my hard cock and the amphetamines kept me awake for most of the night. Looking at the clock, I wondered what he had in mind for tomorrow...

MONDAY - THE MATINEE

He came to get me at 9:00 in the morning, needle in hand. I knew I wasn't supposed to get these shots more than every other day and this would be the second one in two days. After a quick jab, he ordered me to get up and take a shower. I was thrilled to be able to wash up, especially since I still had Luke's crusty, day-old cum on my chin, chest, and pubes. Before the shower, however, he ordered me into the kitchen and told me to sit down. He walked behind me and I heard the unmistakable sound of hair clippers. Without saying a word, he began to shear my hair off. It fell to the floor in great clumps around me. When he was finished, he held a mirror up to my face and I looked at his work. I was practically bald - not much more than stubble remained. It was like an extreme military boot camp cut. Even though I never wore my hair like this, it didn't look bad on me. Since he had the same haircut, I didn't feel as self-conscience as I thought I might. After the cut, he got a feather duster and started to sweep the loose hair off me. Most of it was on my shoulders, chest, and back, but some had fallen on my crotch. He just kept on dusting me even when I started to cringe and my juices started to flow again. Once my cock was bouncing hard enough, he stopped and told me to clean up the mess and to straighten the rest of the house - including changing my bed sheets.

It was about 12:30 when he picked up his car keys and ushered me to the door. "We're going out today, slave. Get your ass moving." He picked up a duffel bag that was pre-packed and laying beside the door before pushing me through and out onto the porch. "Get in the car. Sit up front with me - at least this time..." I was really scared. He had a low-slung sports car with a convertible top - which was down! He got in and put the duffel bag on the floor between my legs. "Buckle up, dumbass. We don't want to get pulled over for violating the seatbelt law." That would be the least of our worries if we were pulled over - since there was a naked man with a drippy wet throbber in the front passenger seat. He revved up the engine and we were off.

We pulled up to a theater in a run-down section of town. A normal theater, not adult, but it looked like it was a little worse for wear. It was one of those dollar cinemas. He grabbed the duffel bag and handed a pair of red onion skin jogging shorts to me - the kind that are super thin and slit really high up the sides - and had me slip them on. It was difficult to get them over my cock but somehow I managed. I didn't make it two seconds though before burping out a big wad of precum into them, creating a half-dollar sized stain. He reached over and gave my prick two or three good strokes through the material, causing the stain to triple in size. "There, that's better", he said. He then gave a tight white tank top to me and I put that on as well. If I hadn't been so nervous, I would have noticed that the shirt really made my upper body look awesome. It accented my chest and smooth, tight abs, making them look great. Lastly, he handed a pair of old flip-flops to me and I slipped them on over my feet. Opening the glove compartment, he pulled out a ticket for a matinee showing that started in about ten minutes.

"Listen carefully," he instructed. "I want you to go into the theater and give your ticket to the attendant. Find the right room for this show and sit in the back row. There shouldn't be many people in there since this is the middle of the day. In fact, it is possible you might be the only one in there - who knows. Anyway, once you are seated and the theater lights go down, I want you to take off the three pieces of clothing and move them at least ten seats away from you, placing them under the other seat. Return to your original seat and wait for me. I'll come in and get you at some point. Got it?"

He could see the terror in my eyes. I was speechless - which probably was a good thing since I might have objected and gotten punished right there on the spot. "Do this for me, slave...remember, I own you and you will do anything and everything I tell you to. It will be OK. It's not in my best interest for you to get arrested - then I'd be without the slave I paid so much money for. Fuck this up though and you'll regret it once we get home. Go on now, your movie will start any minute."

I swallowed hard and opened the door, swinging my shaking legs out and stood up nervously. As soon as I closed the door he sped away and was out of sight. I looked down and saw my cock tenting up in the shorts, drooling all over them. Glancing around to see if anyone was watching, I pulled my prick up, snapping the waistband of the shorts over the head and tried to pull my shirt down. It barely covered the head. If I wasn't careful, I'd never make it to the auditorium.

I walked through the lobby as if nothing at all were the matter, going slowly as to not jar my rod loose from the waistband or have my shirt ride up over the top of it. I handed my ticket to a young man who seemed to be in his own little world. "Last room on the right..." he stated, not even glancing up at me as his cell-phone rang. I was thankful he hadn't noticed my condition.

Once in the room, I sat in the back row as I had been instructed and waited for the lights to go down. There were five other people in the theater so far, all sitting much further down than me. Moments before the show started, a group of college-aged kids came in and sat down just a few rows in front of me. I got up and moved, still on the back row, as far away from them as possible. I was now sitting on the last seat of the row near the far left aisle. I counted over ten seats to see how far I would have to walk. I could make it, I thought, as long as I'm quiet and those guys don't turn around.

Once the lights went down, the magnitude of what I was about to do hit me. I seriously considered running away from Coach, but I knew what would happen if I was caught. That would be far worse than being caught naked in this theater. Taking a deep breath and looking around one last time to make sure that no one was nearby, I slipped off the flip-flops, allowing my feet to make contact with the cold and sticky floor. The tank top followed. Finally, I raised my ass and took off the shorts. I was now completely naked and fully on the bone again. I was actually getting off on this! I didn't want to do it, but since I had no choice, the excitement was getting me hot. My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest, my palms sweaty with fear, and my legs unsteady. I began to creep over the ten required seats, without making a sound, and placed the clothes under the seat. I then silently made my way back to my earlier seat, ridiculously trying to look inconspicuous.

Being naked in a public place is even more difficult when your clothes are not readily available. You can't just quickly put them on and run. The more I thought about it the wetter I got. My cock throbbed and I curled my toes in pleasure. I watched the college guys in front of me and started to think about how it would feel to have them find me like this. Would they beat the shit out of me? Just laugh at me? Or would they take it out on me in a sexual way? My prick pounded again and I felt my balls start to rise. I gripped the armrests on either side of me and held on tight. I couldn't believe this - I was on the edge of cumming - from doing nothing but being in this room naked. One of the guys stood up. Panic set in but did nothing to bring me back from the edge. In fact, I think it pushed me further towards it. I was afraid he was going to the lobby or the bathroom and I just knew he would see me. My cock started shaking like mad and several mini-squirts of precum shot out of me. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold on. But he only wanted to switch seats with another of the guys and soon sat back down.

The young employee who had taken my ticket interrupted my sigh of relief. He was suddenly in my face. "What the fuck are you doing, man? You can't do that in here." He aimed a flashlight into my crotch and when I saw it on display like that, knowing I'd been caught, my cock started throbbing, slinging precum all over me. He maliciously caught the shaking tip between his fingers and squeezed me hard. When he released the pressure, more of my juice oozed out onto his fingers. "Shit, get the fuck outta here, you goddamn pervert!" he yelled. I saw everyone in the theater turn around in their seats. I bolted from the room, not worrying that I was still naked and slinging my prefuck everywhere. I sprinted through the main lobby, hearing a few shocked gasps, and hit the sidewalk in seconds. I didn't know where I was going, but knew I needed to keep moving. I got one block away from the theater when Coach drove up and motioned for me to get inside.

"You weren't trying to run away were you?"

"No, Sir. I got caught and ran when they told me to get out." He started to laugh.

"So you ran all this way naked, huh? I see it didn't cause your excitement level to go down any. Buckle up, slave...I'm taking you home."

I was so relieved when we pulled into the driveway. Once inside the house, I was order to stand for inspection, hands behind my head, feet apart. I knew this position well. Coach used his hands to explore every inch of my crotch. He never gave me more than one slow stroke at a time, stopping between each one, and never touching the head. The shots made me look like a caricature of sexual youth, dripping what looked like impossible amounts of precum. Every now and then, he would take his hands off my crotch and slip a finger up my ass, going straight for my prostate, which he would massage until I started to squirm, milking out even more juice. When he finally stopped, he gently inched a new vibrator inside me - one slightly larger than the one I had used previously. This dildo had straps attached and after Coach had placed a special belt around my waist, the straps were secured - the dildo was in to stay. He set it on low and ordered me to maintain position until he returned.

To say that this was difficult would be an understatement. I had been so horned up all day that this was about to send me over the edge. I was shaking all over and at least once thought I would collapse. The vibrator was pushing me, no shoving me, over the edge. I fought back the orgasm, willed it back with every fiber of my being, but it was no use. This time I wouldn't be able to pull back. I was going to shoot. My point of no return was only seconds away. I was going to be punished severely.

The base of my cock filled with fluid as the first hard swipe of Coach's hand landed on my bare ass. He had snuck up on me as I had been climbing towards orgasm. "Stop it!!!!" he screamed at me. "STOP IT NOW!!!!!" The fluid already in my tubes had nowhere to go but out and when the second hard slap landed, coach moved to my side and knelt down, one hand still on my ass and another looking like he was going to smack my cock. "I know there is juice in your dick, slut. I know that your fucking tiny balls forced it up there. Only question is this...is it cum or is it precum? You know which it better be. Which one do you think it is, cumbucket? Answer me!"

"I'm not sure, Coach. I'm just not sure. From the way it felt it could be either one.

"It better not be white, you fucking idiot. Well, lets find out." He struck me hard on my backside, the heat of the strike searing into my skin. I cried out in pain but my cock responded by letting go of its cargo. I felt the fluid rush through the shaft of my cock through sheer pressure alone, not an orgasm, and watched to see what it would look like as it left my dick. Coach was watching too - I knew how much it fascinated him to watch me put on a show like this. A clear, slimy, and remarkably thick rope of precum shot out of my dick, clearing the head by a good two inches. It continued to spew in a single long rope into Coach's waiting hand. It shot out of me for three seconds at least, looking like I was pissing prefuck. When my tubes were finally empty, Coach lifted his hand to his face and examined my specimen carefully, looking for any tell-tale signs that there was actual cum mixed in. To my great relief, there was none. He stood up and congratulated me before taking his palm full of juice and smearing it all over my newly shaved head. He worked it in like a shampoo and then left it there to dry. He turned the vibrator off to avoid another incident like this until he was ready. About an hour later, he returned to the living room and removed the vibrator. We marched to my "bedroom" and he tied me down again. It was about 6:00. "You need some sleep, cunt, or you won't be worth anything to me. Take a fucking nap!" Despite how worked up I was, I had not slept since my arrival and soon I drifted off.

He woke me at midnight for my pill and another training session. This one was simple. No dildo, no porn - just his hands playing with my body, cock, and balls for two solid hours. God, did he know how to get under a guy's skin! He was wearing only thin boxer shorts and I could plainly see how hot he was getting. The tent in his shorts was amazing, but he was determined to not let me see it no matter how much I begged for it. At the end of the two hours, he propped my head up with pillows so that I could only look at my own lower body, cock pounding with pent up need, stomach coated with viscous precum. He then went behind me and out of my sight. I heard him shuck the boxers off and he put them under my nose. He proceeded to engage in a long, slow JO session himself, talking me through every thing that he was doing. He jerked off for 45 minutes and it was harder for me not to cum during that time than when he had been stroking me. Finally, I heard him grunt and from somewhere behind me cum started to fly. It went all over me; the first shot made it all the way past my own prick. By sheer chance, the second wad of dicksnot landed right on the head of my rod and clung there like a nasty loogie. The remaining shots covered my chest and neck, but he was careful not to get any near my mouth. He told me that I didn't deserve to taste his cum. He grabbed his boxers and put them on while still behind me and left me there with the lights still on. I was covered in his hot sticky cum. I would not sleep any more that night due to the pill and the thought of my hot master jerking off behind me. As morning came, I contemplated the day ahead...

TUESDAY - SCAVENGER HUNT

It was now Tuesday and Coach decided to keep me inside today. He mentioned that we might do something tonight. The training sessions (which began immediately after my morning shot) were different today. I would be teased and stimulated for one hour and then had the next two hours off. By the time the sun went down, I was sopping wet and exhausted. Coach allowed us both to take a short nap around 9:00, telling me it was going to be a long night.

At midnight he woke me and forced a pill down my throat. He ordered me to the car and I waited for him there. It wasn't nearly as bad this time since it was so dark outside. He made it to the car a few minutes later and we drove off in silence.

We arrived at a large city park. The entrance drive only went a few hundred meters before ending at a locked gate. Coach stopped the car, turned off the engine, and looked at me.

"We're gonna play a little scavenger hunt. Here is your first clue." He handed a sealed envelope to me. "Find each new clue and follow it's instructions and you will come out on the other side of the park, which is where I will be waiting for you. I know the park looks empty, but be careful anyway. Sometimes college kids come out here to drink, homeless people sometimes sleep here, and it is a cruising spot for gay men. You have a MAXIMUM of two hours to complete this task. If you get back early we can go on home. If you get there late, I'll just have to come back and pick you up in the morning. Got it?"

I wasn't surprised by anything he asked me to do anymore, especially after yesterday. I simply nodded my head yes and got out of the car when he told me to. I watched him drive away and decided to get started. I walked to the nearest lamppost, which was just beyond the gate, and tore open my envelope to read the first instruction...

"Walk down the path until you reach a T intersection, follow the path to the right. On the first park bench you see, reach under it for your next instruction. By the way, try to stay out of the light. Nothing good could come from you being spotted by the types who hang out here at night."

I moved over into the woods out of the light but close enough to the road that I could still follow my instructions. I had to go slow since I was barefoot and the wooded floor occasionally hurt my feet. Since I had just taken my pill, my cock never went soft. I wondered if it would deflate even without the pill as being naked out here was really starting to get me excited. It felt like I was on some kind of mission. When I reached the park bench, I pulled out my next instruction. I had to move into the light to read it.

"Keep walking down this path until you come to an area with picnic tables and barbeques. Each area is labeled A, B, C, etc. Find area D and look under the table. You will find your next clue there."

That seemed easy enough. In fact, this might not turn out to be so bad at all. I continued down the path for what seemed like a long time - I started to think that I was lost. Finally, I saw the area he was talking about. It was flooded with streetlamps. I moved cautiously around the perimeter of the area, trying to find out where area D was so that I didn't have to spend as much time hunting for it under the lights. I realized that I was spending too much time like this and decided to just moved quickly into the light and get it over with. I found the right table after only a minute or two of searching and had my next clue. I ran to the edge of the lighted area to minimize my chances of being seen.

"Good work, slave boy! You found your third clue. Go back to the road and keep going the same way you were. You will find the park restrooms off to your right. Go into the men's side and into the last stall in the room. Taped to the back of the door will be your next instruction."

I did as the note instructed and returned to the main road, following it just off to the side in order to keep out of the light. I saw the restrooms about five minutes later. They were very brightly lit. I started to lose my nerve but reminded myself that I only had two hours and I couldn't tell how much time I had already spent. I slowly crept up to the restrooms, looking around carefully to see if anyone was near. I ducked in quickly and practically ran to the last stall, my bare feet smacking the cold tile floor. I went into the stall and closed the door behind me, locking it for good measure, before taking down the next note.

"Take care of my buddies and they will give you the next note."

Just then I heard the sound of footsteps and good-natured revelry. I could not tell how many there were, but they all sounded drunk.

"Where did he go?" one of them slurred.

"I know he's here. Where'd you go little buddy. We were told you'd be real helpful tonight."

"We got your fucking note here. How are you gonna find your way back without it?" I heard knocking on the stall door. "Come on out faggot...let us see you."

When I didn't respond he slammed the door hard causing me to jump. My dick lurched a big glob of precum that ran over my shaft and balls.

"If I have to tear this door off the hinges, then we won't be nearly as nice to you tonight. This can either be easy or difficult. Get out here now!"

I stood and unlatched the door, swallowed hard, and swung it open.

"Holy shit!!!! Get over here guys and take a look at this. He's fucking totally naked and on a full bone no less. Come on outta there little fagboy, we won't hurt you."

I walked out of the stall and found that there were three of them, all college aged, drinking liquor out of a brown sack. They circled me like vultures, sizing me up, examining my hard cock, and talking about me as if I wasn't there. They dragged me to the center of the room and then hopped up to sit on the row of sinks. It was humiliating to be totally nude in front of these three fully clothed guys, especially since they were kind of hot. My cock jumped and they laughed hysterically.

"Dance for us, faggot!" one of them demanded.

"What?" I responded.

"You don't know what dancing is? Get to it boy or will have to tell your owner how uncooperative you were tonight. I don't think he would be pleased."

I did the best I could, dancing with no music, my hips swaying back and forth while the guys were laughing so hard I could have sworn that two of them were crying.

"OK, stop dancing...50 jumping jacks...start now..."

This was more difficult as each jump caused my hard cock to slap up to my stomach. After twenty of them, I started to be afraid that I would cum. Why was I so excited about these guys seeing me like this? When I hit number 30, one of them noticed.

"Hey faggot, are you about to cum?"

"I think I might, Sir."

"Do and I'll rip your balls off. Finish up...we don't have all night."

I completed the set while they continued to laugh. As soon as I stopped my cock spurted some precum on the floor. The guys thought I was cumming. They leapt from the sinks and quickly grabbed me, pulling me over to a urinal that looked like it had never been cleaned. They positioned me on my knees with my head down - almost in the urinal. I felt my knees being kicked apart.

"Gimme the stuff. Hurry, he's being a bitch, squirming like hell."

I heard the movement but had no idea what they were doing. A paper mask was placed over my nose and mouth - the kind you wear to keep dust out - and then several drops of clear, pungent smelling liquid were dropped onto the paper. Seconds later I was flooded with dizziness. I heard a zipper coming down and cock being positioned at my hole. The fluid in the mask had relaxed me completely, so he slid in almost effortlessly.

"FUUUUCCK! That guy was right - this is a hot piece of ass. I would have done this even if he hadn't paid us." He slowly eased in and then back out again, over and over. An amazing sensation poured over me. I was warm and nothing existed except the cock in my ass and the one pouring precum out between my legs. A couple more drops and I was meeting each of his inward thrusts with an outward one of my own. I lost track of time, but far too soon for me, he was screaming and pounding hard, obviously in the last few seconds before he shot.

"Goddamn, you little faggot, take my cock. You fucking need this slimy cum up there, don't you? UH, UH, UH, UH, gonna shoot you full of my seed, boy. Fucking take it...NOW!!!!" I felt his dick contract over and over in my ass and was surprised that I could actually feel the hot cum as it splashed around my insides. Coach was the first man to fuck me but he had refused to cum in my ass. When I felt it, my hole started to quiver around his rod, milking out the last of his juice, while sending my own cock into seizures of pleasure.

Suddenly, he was gone, and another was inside me. This one slid in with a single easy push, since now I was lubed up. Four more drops were placed on my mask and I was flipped over onto my back, twisted on the cock inside me like a pig on a spit. My ankles were placed over his shoulders and he plowed into me violently, his eyes shut hard, concentrating on his pleasure. He was completely dressed except for his zipper being open. His buddies encouraged him...

"Come on, Jason. Fuck him up good. Plow the faggot. Anybody who would hang out in a restroom in the middle of the night completely naked deserves what he's got coming to him. Fuck him, Fuck him, Fuck him", the other two started to chant.

"Shit guys, I'm gonna cum!" He pulled almost completely out but left the head of his cock firmly embedded in my ass. I felt every blast. Over and over again my insides were flooded with young, college cream. I tried to pull myself back over his prick so that I could feel it all the way inside me again, but he held on tight. Finally, his orgasm subsided and he withdrew all the way.

The last guy pulled me to my feet with the mask still on my face. He led me to the first stall and sat down after pulling his jeans and boxers to his ankles. He positioned me so that I was straddling him. "Sit", he ordered. I complied readily, as I really needed something else in my ass right now. His big head popped inside and I slid all the way down in a single motion until his wiry pubes were scratching at my ass. He looked up at one of his friends and said, "Give me the stuff". He took the brown bottle and emptied some more onto the mask. As soon as he saw the vapors take effect, he ordered, "RIDE!!!!"

And ride I did. I really looked like an animal in heat! I couldn't get enough. I don't think I could have stopped if I had to. I was ramming his cock into me with him making absolutely no effort at all. Up and down, up and down, over and over until my cock felt like it would burst. But I didn't care about my dick right now - only my ass. This was the most amazing feeling I had ever had. Sex with Coach had been awesome, but he refused to give me his cum. Here I already had two loads inside me and was working hard on a third. He reached up and took off my mask.

"Tell me what you want, bitch. Yell it out so the noise bounces off these walls. I don't care if the whole damn park hears you. Yell it out now. What is it you want?"

I yelled at the top of my lungs, "I want this hot cock in my ass, Sir. Please let me keep fucking my ass with it. Please let it shoot up my pussy hole for you, Sir. I fucking need it so bad."

The room filled with laughter.

"I didn't think he would say it."

"I figured he would."

"Enough chit-chat, faggot, finish me off." I rode him for everything I was worth. Without the fumes, however, I was becoming self-conscience again. I became humiliated that I was out in public again engaging in this type of behavior, mortified that I couldn't seem to control myself. I had started to slow down from exhaustion. "I'm not gonna help you get me off, slut, so you better start pumping your ass muscles on me quicker than that." I picked up the pace and soon had him moaning. I could have cum myself but my legs were beginning to hurt and that was distracting me. Finally, I pushed him over the edge. I sat down hard in his lap as he began to pump his scalding hot load into me.

As soon as he was finished, he pushed me off his lap and I landed on the filthy floor of the restroom. The first guy that had fucked me reached into his knapsack and pulled out an envelope. He tossed it to me on the floor.

"Your friend told us to give you this...and this..." He pulled out the vibrating butt plug that I had been given when I left the training camp. "Come on, let us put it in so we can get outta here." One guy lifted my legs up over my head so that my ass was pointing at the ceiling while another one screwed in the plug. "Wouldn't wanna let any of that hot cum leak out, would we?" As a final indignity, he turned the dial all the way to high before they walked out.

It took me a few moments to gather myself together enough to get up and read the note.

"If you are reading this, then you have met my friends. Leave the plug in your ass and just keep following the road you were on. I'll be at the next gate. Don't let anyone else see you."

I returned to the road cautiously and made my way to the next gate. Except for the buzzing of the plug, I moved in complete silence. I finally saw Coach's car and walked towards it. He motioned for me to get in and I noticed a towel over his expensive seats. He knew I'd have cum in my ass when I got back to him.

We drove home in silence. He forced me to the bed almost immediately and left the room briefly, returning with a measuring cup.

"Now, we have to get that cum outta you. Oh, and I've got a camera on you so if you want to see a close up of your ass, just look at the TV." He grabbed a dildo and shoved it into me, thrust it back and forth several times and pulled it out quickly, placing the cup underneath my hole. I couldn't believe what I saw - cum spewed out of my ass before my hole could tighten up again. He put the dildo back and quickly moved it in and out again. Then it was ripped out and I oozed more cum. This was repeated until I was empty. "About a quarter cup. That's pretty good for only three guys. There will be a day when you will almost fill this glass." He then proceeded to drizzle the cum from the cup all over my face, like icing on a pastry. He squeezed the tip of my cock and said "See you in the morning."

WEDNESDAY - THE ARCADE GANGBANG

Once again I had been awake all night when I saw Coach open the door and approach me with the needle. After administering my medicine, he informed me that I would spend the first part of the day tied to the bed. We were going someplace again tonight, but I had to make it through the day first. He retrieved the thrusting dildo used the other night and shoved it inside me, wedging it into the mattress so it wouldn't slide out. He then went straight to the thrusting setting.

"I'm going out to breakfast with my cousin. I'll be back in a few hours. I don't know exactly when that will be. The batteries in that thing will probably give out before I get back so it will start to go slower and slower before it quits altogether. If there is one drop of cum on you when I get back, I'll tie you to the OUTSIDE of the fence to let everyone who drives by get a good look at you. Understood?"

"Yes, Coach."

"Good. See you later."

Five minutes later and I was already moaning in heat. This was truly going to be difficult. I didn't have Coach around to force me to stop, to do something to interrupt me. The dildo thrusting in my ass was driving me nuts. I timed the thrusts to about one per second by using the clock on the wall. Soon this morning's shot would kick in and I wasn't sure what I would do.

It wasn't long after that when the shot took effect. My dick swelled to even larger proportions than before. I was leaking profusely and beginning to sweat. At first I was just going to lie still and take it in the ass, trying not to move too much so that I could keep my nut inside. But it didn't take long for me to need to push back on the latex cock filling me. "This is what I'm good at", I told myself. "I can enjoy it and then back off in time. I don't have a hair trigger orgasm reflex like a lot of guys do. I can do this...I can do this." I got into a rhythm with the dildo and soon I was groaning and writhing and swearing as the thrusting pushed me to the climbing phase. Watching closely for the moment of inevitability, I continued my pleasurable ascent. Suddenly I was there. I used my muscles to clamp down hard and prevent my cum from escaping. But the dildo continued to massage my prostate and holding back was harder than I thought it would be. I stayed there motionless as I was violated repeatedly by the thrusting for five solid minutes before I felt that it was safe to unclamp my muscles. The very next thrust caused my dick to swing uncontrollably while I pissed out more precum. The silvery fluid shot three inches above my dick and when my cock flexed up, to point at my head, it slung the sticky goo right in my face. I couldn't help but lick up every drop that was close enough for me to reach with my tongue. This scene was repeated every thirty minutes for two whole hours.

Shortly after the first two hours had passed the dildo started running low on battery power. I noticed that the strokes were coming with less and less frequency now. This would be a good thing except for the fact that I enjoy nice slow strokes. The dildo seemed to linger over my prostate for longer and longer periods of time. My cock was lurching and swinging constantly now. I had to remain completely still, concentrating for all that I was worth, not to lose it. The third hour passed and Coach was still not home and the dildo had almost completely stopped. Unfortunately, it stopped directly on my prostate and the tip just sat there pushing on it. My piss slit opened up and let loose another torrential stream of precum, looking like a fountain for three or four seconds. I looked down to make sure the fluid was still clear - it was. The next hour passed with repeated milkings and curses from me but I demonstrated incredible control during that time. Coach arrived shortly thereafter.

"Did you cum?"

"No, Coach, just lots of precum."

"How did you get precum on your face?" he asked as he ripped out the dildo.

"I had several of those spurts I've been having since the shots began, Sir. I think they are getting worse since you have been giving them to me every day."

"You're not complaining are you? Because if you are, I can always start giving them to you twice a day."

"No, Sir, I'm not complaining...just trying to explain about the mess."

"No problem, cock hound...I like you messy."

He released me from the bed and let me stretch for a while. We had two more training sessions that day - one in the living room and one in the back yard. He strung me from a chin up bar, hands over my head and a foot tied to each upright post while he teased, poked, and prodded me for over two hours. He would get me close then stick his finger in my ass and use my prostate to milk more precum from me. There was practically a lake of precum on the cement between my feet, except for the times when I slung it into the yard. Between his expert control and mine, I knew that I wouldn't cum.

"You know, slave, nobody's ever been able to do this like you before. I'm gonna really enjoy having you around." He patted my ass playfully and untied me, leading me back to the house for a short nap before our "outing" tonight.

He woke me, shoving a pill in my face. I took it without complaint and got up. He didn't want me to shower for this trip even though I was covered in dried precum and sweat. "He's the boss..." I told myself.

He marched me to the car and started driving. I didn't think I would ever get used to being in a vehicle naked like I was. It was incredibly embarrassing and incredibly hot at the same time. When we finally stopped, we were at an adult bookstore with an arcade. I panicked again.

"Sir, do you want me to go in there?"

"Yes, is that a problem?"

"No Sir, not at all. I was just wondering."

"Don't worry...I'm friends with the owner and we are going in the back way, through the arcade. It isn't open yet, so no one will see you...well, except from here to the door. Other than that, your massive hardon won't be on display tonight."

I was both relieved and more nervous by his comments. It sounded like a trick to me. We made it to the door without incident and Coach pulled out a key and unlocked the door, ushering me inside. The place was dark and empty. Coach led me over to a set of two booths in the middle of the arcade and told me to go into the one on the left. He closed the door behind us. There was a black, painted bench a little less than waist high that ran through the center of the booth. There was a large hole in the wall connected to the other booth and right above the bench.

"Get up on the bench."

I complied immediately, knowing not to anger him, especially out in public.

He made me scoot forward until my ass was centered right on the hole. My legs were pointed upwards running along the side of the wall. Coach secured my feet to the ceiling using some cuffs that were already installed. Then he pulled my hands under the bench and handcuffed them together. He pinched the head of my cock and smiled.

"You're not going anywhere, slut. Do you have any idea what is about to happen to you?" I shook my head no. "Any minute the doors of this arcade will open and guys will start wandering in. My friend, the owner, advertised 'special' entertainment for tonight. All you have to do is keep your ass pushed up against that hole and give up your pussy to anyone who wants it. They won't see you and you won't see them. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you have a problem with it?"

"No, Sir."

"Great! I'll be up front. I'll come back and check on you periodically. Make sure not to cum."

He turned and shut the door. I heard the door being locked from the outside. "Well, at least no one can get in here but Coach", I reassured myself.

I think the waiting was the hardest part. It took about fifteen minutes for the first guy to enter the booth opposite me. I felt a finger brushing up against my hole; he teased it with delicate strokes before slipping it up inside me. I moaned as he began to slowly shove and pull, shove and pull, until I was squirming on the bench. Suddenly, the finger withdrew and a cock slipped inside. I moaned as my own dick began to vibrate. He was in to the pubes now and just holding it there inside me. I could feel him flexing his cock muscles, causing it to swell over and over. Slowly, he began to fuck, pulling all the way out each time and teasing my hole with the head before reinserting it. I imagined what he looked like - pressed up against a booth wall fucking into a hole. He was picking up speed now, bumping my prostate with each thrust, and causing me to drip again. Then, without warning, he shot. He held perfectly still and let me experience the sensation of being filled with man-cum. It seemed to pump forever, thrashing around in my ass. Then it was gone.

Another one replaced it quickly. This guy just wanted a quick rut in a wet hole. He plowed me quick and hard and probably didn't last more than two minutes before blowing his dicksnot up my cunt. This went on and on with one cock after another until I lost count of how many it had been. Some fucked fast and some fucked slowly. Some shot quickly...some shot after a long intense fuck. Some were small and some were really large, knocking the breath out of me when they plowed inside. I had lost track of time too, but at some point I heard the lock being opened and Coach stepped back inside carrying a chair.

"I thought I'd sit with you for a while. Don't talk at all. If I ask you a question it will be a yes or no answer and you will nod your response. Is that clear?" I nodded that it was. "Fine, then...well, are you enjoying yourself tonight?" I nodded yes. "It looks like it...you are fucking covered in your own juice. Did you get really close and have to stop yourself from cumming?" I nodded yes again. "Have you imagined that it was me fucking you?" Once again the answer was yes. "Does the cock that's fucking you right now feel good?" Yes... "Does it make your dick want to spew your load all over this room?" Yes... "But you aren't going to let that happen, are you?" No... "How about if I tease you while you are getting fucked? Do you think you could still hold back your orgasm?" Yes... "Let's find out..."

He began to run his fingers lightly over my crotch - my balls, my shaft, and my pubes. He even flicked my cockhead with his finger. He continued this excruciating torture as he talked.

"Has the guy in your ass right now been fucking you for long?" No... "So he just started?" Yes... "Your cock really likes the feel of that dick inside you, doesn't it?" Yes... "You really are a boy slut, aren't you?" Yes... The man inside me started thrusting really fast and my cock swelled in my trainer's hand. "He must be getting close to shooting. Do you want another load of cum dumped in your ass?" Yes... "He's really fucking you hard now. I can see your body shaking and bumping back and forth on that pole. Oh, he just stopped. Is he cumming?" Yes... "Does it feel all nice and warm and slick, you faggot slut?" Yes... "Make sure you keep all that juice inside you. I've got plans for it when we get home. Oh, he just pulled out. Does your hole fill empty?" Yes... "Does it need something else to fill it?" Yes... "Here comes another one now. Get ready, whore, I think you'll enjoy this one too. I'm gonna stroke you real slow now while you get fucked again. You make sure not to cum. Yeah, stroking your slick cock up and down...you love it when I go slow like this...I know you do...your body tells me everything I need to know. He just put it in you, didn't he?" Yes... "Good, a nice, slow teasing and nice fuck. I bet it feels really good for those guys...your ass I mean...all slicked up and loose. It probably feels just like pussy...well, actually it is kinda like pussy - your little fag pussy. Your cock is throbbing, slave. This guy is really getting to you. I bet you're gonna get to the point that you can't live without a cock in your ass. You're already the biggest slut I know. I'm gonna jerk you ten times pretty fast. Count them off with me...1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...good job, you didn't cum. I'll go back to the slow strokes now. Oh shit, I hear that guy groaning. You'd better get ready for another load. I'm taking my hand off your cock and I want to watch it closely when that guy busts his nut off in your ass pussy. I'm gonna get down here close to your cock. Look, I'm within six inches of it. Bet you'd love it if I sucked it right about now...yeah, like that's gonna happen. Your prick is really bouncing around. It looks so fucking hard - almost painful. FUCK, that guy is gonna cum now...shit, your ass is swallowing him down - eat up that cum with your whore ass. Your dick is gonna explode...it wants to cum...it needs to cum...it's shaking so hard right now. Oh, it's swelling and contracting...you'd better be careful...don't want to shoot yet or I'll get really pissed. Maybe you should lift your head up and look at your throbbing rod. If you are going to shoot another wad of precum, I'd really like for you to see it. That's right, stare at your hard, quivering cock. I'm sorry the guy fucking you just pulled out. It's getting stuffy in here. I'm going to open this door. Hey, there's a hot college kid going into the room. You're about to get some hot college dick just like last night, huh? Damn, he stuck it in you fast. He's fucking really fast too. Probably just wants to nut and get home. Regular men can do that, you know...nut whenever they want to. He's about to cum already? No way. FUCK YEAH - give it to him...pump out that load into my cock slut. You are gonna shoot now aren't you, slave? If something comes flying out of your cock, it had better be precum. Man, the guys are lined up out here and the line keeps getting longer. When this next guy puts it in you, lets see if you squirt. I can't see him so you moan when he sticks in it. This it, moan on it bitch. Keep your face up...I want you to see when that shit comes flying outta your dick. Oh, it's close...I can tell. Here it comes...here it comes. Damn, fucker - I can't believe how much it looks like your pissing when you do that. You hit yourself in the eye, didn't you? Well, that's got to hurt...I'm going back out front. Make sure you don't lose your load before the night's over. Oh, I'm gonna leave this door open...it's too hot in here. See ya in about an hour."

Nobody came in the door for the next hour but I got lots of gawkers. Guys would just hang out by the open door. Some pulled out their cocks, getting them ready for my ass. Some just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. I was laughed at and called names for most of the hour. They enjoyed watching me try to stave off an orgasm again and again. I couldn't wait to be released and go home with Coach.

Finally, he returned and called an end to the festivities. I could hear some of the guys complaining, but Coach was firm. "He's my slave and I'm taking him home." He came in my booth, unfastened my legs and arms, but held me down when I tried to get up. "Stay right there for a minute." I heard him in the other booth and suddenly felt something else in my ass. It felt like my butt plug. He came back to me, helping me to my feet. "Just a little something to make sure you keep that cum in you until we get home.

We went out the back way and ran into several guys going into the bookstore. I got some hoots and catcalls, but honestly, I was so exhausted that I didn't care. Coach spread the towel back over my seat and told me to get in. The butt plug shifted in my ass and my cock burped out more precum. "I'd better get you home fast. You look like you could explode any minute and I sure as hell don't want slave cum in my car." He raced home and I prayed that a cop wouldn't stop us. Finally we arrived safely at his house.

He ordered me to bed but didn't tie me up. Going to the cabinet, he opened it, turned on the monitor and camera, and returned to me carrying a large dildo and a wide mouth quart jar. "Hold up your legs and spread them, higher, OK, now keep them there." He put the quart jar under my hole and pulled out the dildo. Cum rushed out of my ass. It was like having cum enema. Once the initial burst of fluid had subsided, Coach slid the dildo into me and fucked me with it nice and slow. This opened up my hole even more and when he pulled out the dildo another torrent of cum came flowing out. "Watch this cuntboy..." He put the latex cock back in and started fucking me fast and furious with it. The remaining cum started to foam up around the ring of my ass - it looked like soapsuds. He ripped the thing out and I spewed again. He did this five more times, each time getting more and more cum out of me and foaming up the stuff around my hole. When I was finally empty, I had filled the quart jar just over halfway full. "Do you know how many guys fucked you tonight?"

"No, Coach...how many was it?

"Sixty-three!"

I was stunned. I had taken sixty-three loads tonight and my ass still craved more. I was becoming just a pussy to be used. He handed the jar to me along with a straw. "Drink up", he commanded. I hesitated, despite the fact that I love the taste of cum - after all, this cum had been in my ass. "Don't you question me, bitch. When I say to do something, you do it immediately!" I told myself that my ass had been perfectly clean before I went to the bookstore and the cum in the jar looked like plain old semen. I took it from him and started to sip through the straw. It didn't taste bad - it wasn't great - but it didn't make me gag or feel sick to my stomach. I kept drinking as Coach filmed me. It was hard to get it down quickly, because it was so heavy and slimy. "Don't use the straw anymore, drink straight from the jar." I tossed the straw aside and turned the quart jar up, letting the cum flow down my throat. "Shit yeah, this is gonna make an awesome DVD...keep drinking." Finally, I had the entire thing down my throat and an empty jar in my hand. "Nice job, faggot - really nice job. That was really disgusting you sick perv...but you did a good job. It will make an excellent addition to the DVD collection. Now get your ass to bed." He left the room as soon as the restrains were secure, leaving the lights on as usual. Despite the amphetamine, I actually fell asleep.

THURSDAY - THE NEIGHBORHOOD COLLEGE BOYS

After being released from my restraints and receiving my morning shot, I resumed my non-sexual slave duties...housekeeping...washing the windows...scouring the kitchen, etc. He had given me so much to do that I didn't finish until well after noon.

Upon finishing my chores, I was led to my room and immediately saw an odd contraption near the center, beside my bed. It looked like something Coach had made in his garage. It was a chair with a wicker seat that had been cut out. A dildo was mounted on a spike connected to the rest of the device and hovering under the seat. Above the chair was a clear plastic tube that was also connected to the machine. On the floor, was a set of pedals (not bicycle pedals but the ones used for stair master machines). They were tilted so that you would have to push out to operate the device. He demonstrated for me...

"Slave, come over here and watch. Better yet, go ahead and sit in the chair." I immediately complied. "You see, when you push the pedals it will cause the dildo to rise and enter you. I've set it at the right height so it will go all the way in on each cycle. Up top, I have this clear tube. It's clear because I thought you would like to see your cock while you work. Only about an inch of the tube will actually touch your dick - the bottom part where you see the seal. I'll put it on now. It slides down your cock all the way to the base and when you pedal it will move up and down. I've adjusted it so that it will tease, but never touch the head of your cock. You can see that the entrance to the tube is made of a material that is supposed to feel just like skin. It's tight enough so that nothing will run out. I'll be able to see if you cum...and you know the penalty for disappointing me. I'll set it for now so that it is on the top of your little dick. You operate it by using your feet and pumping these pedals. Put your feet up and give me a few strokes."

With the first pump, the dildo and the fuck tube began to move - the dildo moving up and into me, the clear tube moving all the way down to my pubes. The next stroke reversed this process - the dildo slid out until only the head remained inside and the tube slid along my shaft, stopping just before the crown. "Give me five more..." I did as he asked and could already feel the precum churning in my balls. "Great, now you have one hour to exercise. You need to get to 1000 strokes - that's roughly, but not exactly, one stroke every two to three seconds. You will not be able to see the stroke monitor so you will have to guess or count yourself to make sure that you have done them all. If you fall behind or need a break, just remember that you will have to go even faster to make up the lost time. And it should go without saying that if you cum, your punishment will be severe." He tied my hands behind the chair and started to walk to the door, stopping to look at the clock and to adjust his watch to match. "Ready, Set, GO!!!! I'll be back in an hour...Oh, by the way, I told a few freshmen from the college that they could use the pool today and they might cut through the yard on this side. If you're lucky they won't notice you..." Then the door was shut and I began this horrible torture.

Every stroke sent the latex cock plowing into me, all the way to the hilt and also gave my dick a nice long pull. The pedals had a lot of resistance and I wasn't sure my legs could last an hour. Within moments my cock had started to leak copious amounts of precum. It seemed that the really tight seal was forcing it out of my cum tube in amounts even larger than normal. I was trying hard to keep up the pace of one stroke every two seconds but was already becoming tired - not to mention horny as fuck. I quickly lost track of how many strokes I had managed to do, anything after 100 I was just guessing at. I could see the precum collecting in the tube since the seal was designed to keep most fluids in. This had the unfortunate consequence of slicking up the tube, making it feel even hotter than it had before. Each stroke pumped more juice out of me and I could see the amount steadily rising. After only fifteen minutes, I was getting close. Normally, I would slow down or stop completely until I had safely backed off from the edge. However, with the rules for this game I couldn't do that very easily. Eventually, at about twenty-five minutes, I had to take a short break - I was on the verge of cumming and my thighs were killing me. This would mean going faster when I started up again and I cringed at the thought of that. I was sweating profusely as I sat there regaining my composure. When I started back up, on the first upward stroke of the tube I had another of my very large precum extractions. It doubled the amount of precum already in the tube. There was about an inch of the stuff now, being dragged up and down the shaft of my cock with each stroke. The dildo in my ass wasn't helping either, rubbing up against my prostate. I knew I had to go faster now since I had taken a break and staying in control was harder than ever. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke...I tried to get the pumping to one per second but this was driving my prick wild. I stopped again only ten minutes later for a minute or two while I calmed down. My cock pissed out precum again - a solid inch and half of the stuff was trapped inside the tube. On the up strokes the slimy fluid actually covered my dick head before the tube would resume its downward motion, leaving a warm slippery feeling as the stuff ran back down. I had to get started again - and fast! I was pumping for all I was worth - only fifteen more minutes to go! But no, I was going to cum. I couldn't do that. I wondered which would generate the worse punishment - not passing this exercise or cumming when he didn't want me too. The slow strokes were pushing out even more precum and torturing my ass more than ever before. I didn't even notice the four figures standing at the glass wall to my "room".

I heard a light knocking sound and turned my head to see what had made it. I saw four college-aged kids (apparently out for the summer) staring intently at what I was doing. I had no idea how long they had been standing there. I couldn't afford to stop though so I just kept on pumping as if they weren't standing outside gawking at me. Just then, I heard the door to the sunroom open. Coach had forgotten to lock it!!!!!! The four men formed a circle around me and watched my struggle with intensity. Fortunately, the humiliation of being caught like this had brought me back from the brink of orgasm, but my rod was still churning out prefuck. Since I didn't feel like I was going to cum anymore, I pedaled faster, trying to make up for lost time.

"I heard a rumor that Mr. Wilson kept slaves in his house, but I always thought it was a crock of shit."

"Well, apparently it isn't. Look at him go, guys!"

"Is that cum or precum in that tube?"

"Looks like precum, it's clear."

"Which one is it, faggot? Cum or precum?"

"It's precum, Sir." I answered.

"Damn, I don't think I've had that much precum in my whole life!"

"He must be some sort of freak of nature or something."

"What's this all about, slut? What is the purpose?"

"I have to get to 1000 strokes without cumming, Sir."

"How many are you up to?"

"I don't know, Sir. I've lost count. There's a counter on the wall over there." He walked over to look at it.

"Well, you better speed up if you're gonna make it. How much time do you have left?"

"Only about ten minutes, Sir."

"Then you better kick it into overdrive."

Which is exactly what I did. With them standing over me I pedaled as fast as I could; the dildo and the tube were moving incredibly fast. One of the guys reached out and touched my nipple.

"Ohhhhhgggggh", I moaned, but kept on pedaling. The guy with the stroke monitor spoke again.

"Five minutes left and you might just make it if you could get like two strokes per second in."

I kicked it up one more notch while the guys stood there laughing at me. For once, I was glad for the humiliation as it distracted me from my cock and helped me keep control. My dick was burping precum constantly now - like a broken water fountain that only shoots out pulses of water not very high. There was at least three inches of fluid in the tube. My nipple was pinched hard.

"OH, FUUUUUUUCKCKK!!!!!" I moaned loudly and my ass and balls contracted.

"Only a minute left, you can do it...faster...faster."

I was shaking on the device and slinging sweat all over the place (it gets hot in a sunroom during the summer). They counted down the last five seconds..." 5...4...3...2...1...STOP!!!!!!" I came to an abrupt halt, my cock quivering with desire - I had been only seconds away from an orgasm. My breath was coming in short, ragged panting.

"Did I make it to 1000, Sir?"

"Yeah, just barely, but you made it...guys we ought to be getting to the pool."

"Yeah, you're right - see ya, faggot."

Once they were out of earshot, they spoke amongst themselves.

"So how many did he actually do?"

The guy who had held the stroke counter answered. "1245" - more laughter - "Yeah, he had already hit 1000 when he still had ten minutes left - he could have stopped then."

I couldn't hear them, but did see one of them laughing so hard that he curled up on the grass holding his sides. The others were backslapping each other in satisfaction. I wondered what had been so funny.

When coach came home (I had learned from the guys that his last name was Wilson - though I would never be able to use that name, it was nice to know it), He released me from the contraption and ordered me to drink the precum from the tube. After last night, that was easy. Once finished and without giving me any time to cool down, we immediately went into a training session, outside on the chin up bar near the pool! He led me out and tied my arms above my head. This time, he left my feet untied. He paid no attention to the guys in the pool, though they watched us intently.

"This training session consist of two parts - the first part is an hour long. You will stay here maintaining a massive hardon even though no one will be touching you or paying any attention to you whatsoever. You will continue to leak precum - I'd better see a puddle between your legs when I get back. The second part will also be an hour long. I will tease you right to the edge of cumming over and over again while these guys watch. They are interested in learning control techniques so they can last longer with their girlfriends back at college. Got it?"

"Yes, Coach"

"Then your first hour begins...now. I am going in the pool with the guys. Keep it hard and throbbing now." With that he undressed down to a pair of swimming trucks - very modest - no way I would even see the outline of his cock.

I tried to think of every sexual thing I could but despite my best efforts, my cock began to deflate after about 15 minutes. It wasn't soft, just not pointing up like it usually does. I was still dripping though.

"Get that prick hard, faggot!" yelled Coach.

"I'm trying, Sir."

Coach sighed and turned to the four guys. "I think my slave needs a little incentive. Watching my cock gets him a little too excited so he's not allowed to see it anymore. But I bet he would love to see yours - you don't mind skinny dipping for me. That will help him keep a throbber."

"Sure, I'm up for that!"

"Me too!

"I'll do, it."

"Well, if the rest of you are doing it, I'm in too."

The four of them shucked their swim gear and threw them to the side of the pool. Since they were in the water, I couldn't see them very clearly, but it was enough. They were all watching me when my cock started to bounce with my pulse again. Higher and higher it went as I watched the naked guys. Finally, it was a full-blown boner again, wet and leaking constantly.

"Man, he is such a fag."

"Thank you, guys", said Coach. "This ought to keep him hard the rest of the hour."

It did more than keep me hard. It made me itch to cum. Every time one of them would get out of the water and walk around to the diving board, beautiful cock and balls swinging, my dick would spit out precum. When I would catch a glimpse of a hot ass my exhausted legs would tremble. I looked down and saw the puddle I was making.

Suddenly, the four guys and Coach surrounded me. Coach held my head up and spoke. "Good job keeping that hardon, faggot. Now, I've made an arrangement with these guys to help teach them the art of cock control. They want to be able to last longer inside their girlfriends. I'm gonna teach them how, using you as an example. Go ahead and pull up some chairs, guys. Now, slave, you are not to speak no matter what happens. You are a teaching tool, nothing else - like a chalkboard, or an overhead projector, or a frog on a biology table - and they don't talk." The four guys were now seated in a semi- circle around me. "Do you understand what is expected of you?"

"Yes, Sir." He smacked me across the face while the guys laughed. "You spoke. Are you gonna to make that mistake again?"

I nodded No.

Coach turned around to face the four guys like a teacher addressing a class of students. He stood off to the side and I was able to see all four. They were still naked and every one of them had a hardon. I immediately started shaking and a big glob of precum was expelled from my piss slit. They all saw it but no one said anything.

"Now, the first thing to remember about lasting a long time, having good cock control, is to go slow. Your girlfriends will think you are the best lover ever if you can control yourself and go slowly. Engage in foreplay with her, let her lightly stroke your cock, but never let her start a real hand-job or that's probably all you will end up getting. My slave here has had three hours of foreplay - two in the house and one just now out here. His cock has been hard the whole time but he hasn't shot his load. Let me show you how you should let your girlfriends touch your cock. Make them tease it like this. Yeah, running fingers lightly, very lightly over the top, then the bottom. Make her swirl a finger around the flange of your cockhead. You know guys; you can practice on yourselves if you want. No one will see you out here. That's right everybody do it. Slow finger rubs up and down the shaft. Never let her fist it right now. You should strive for at least fifteen minutes of this slow, erotic, cock teasing. You all do yourselves for fifteen minutes and I'll demonstrate on the slave. Watch him while you stroke, you might learn some new tricks and hand motions to teach your girl." Coach began to work me with the light feathery touches he had just talked about.

"Mr. Wilson?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it normal for him to be leaking so much precum?"

"No, son, it's not - I give my slave medicine to make him do that. Guys, you can also use your fingertips on your balls, just like I'm doing to my fagboy here. Try it to see if you like it. You'll be surprised how good it feels when your girlfriend does it. Do you see how he is shaking and quivering? That's because he has been horned up for so long. Jake, I see that you start to leak precum pretty fast yourself."

"Yeah, but not like that guy."

"Keep on using those light touches. Only about five minutes to go."

The guys were in their own little world. Each one realizing for the first time how good a slow tease is. By the time fifteen minutes was up, each one was throbbing almost as much as me.

"The next thing you do is lightly fist your cock - but very, very slowly. Watch how I do it over here." I trembled when his fist gently wrapped around my dick and began to slowly, ever so slowly move up and down my shaft. I burped out another wad of precum. "See how excited this gets my little pussy boy? See how the precum just flows out of his dick constantly now? You should try to avoid the head of your cock at this point, just fist the shaft. Brian, you need to go slower or you won't make it. It's OK to feel like you need to cum as long as you can control it enough to stop. One thing you must learn is how to stop in time. Let me demonstrate. I'll stroke him a little faster and I'll run my hand all the way up to his head. Since I know him so well, I can tell right before he is going to shoot it. He's getting close now, but not quite there yet. The closer you get to the brink before stopping, the better it feels. He is almost there. Yeah, just a couple more...a couple more. I think he can take one last slooooooowwwwww one. And hands off. Look at how it's jumping around, slinging his fucksnot all over the place. I want you to notice how his balls have completely drawn up. He was definitely on the edge before I stopped. This is the most awesome feeling in the world. After you get used to it, you will probably enjoy it more than your orgasm. This step needs to be repeated as long as it can be. In the beginning, before you know your bodies better, you might stroke one or two strokes too many and lose your load. In that case, just enjoy it and try harder next time. I want to see you guys get really close and then take your hands off. Try to stop just before you shoot - as close to the cumshot as you can without actually cumming. I'm gonna work my slave through a few more cycles. We've got forty minutes left. I bet I can get him through at least six more cycles. See how many times you can do it."

I hung there as Coach humiliated me in front of these guys, and while I had to watch them slowly jerk off. Coach was stroking me, working me over and over to near orgasm. He always knew when to stop. All of the guys had at least one edge, and one guy had four of them. Of course, Coach got me all the way to six. Finally, the hour was up.

"Now, I know that you guys will make excellent masters of your own cock. But you gotta realize that using your hand is one thing, using a pussy is another. If you want to last, you have to start off slow, and stop when you think you are too close. You can either stop inside, or pull out to let it cool off. Believe me, you will blow her mind. I wish I had something you could use to practice fucking, but don't think I have anything available."

"What about the faggot?"

"Oh, him? I didn't mention him because you guys are straight and I didn't think you would be interested in fucking his ass."

"Would you let me?" The other guys looked at him like he had just lost his mind. "Well, I'm so boned up right now that I just gotta get off and I think he would feel better than my hand - anyway, it would give me some practice."

"Sure, I guess you can."

"Are you sure that he won't mind?"

"Who cares if he minds!? I own him, he does anything I say."

The guy got up and went behind me while the other three remained seated saying things like "I can't believe you're gonna do this, man" and "You must be outta your fucking mind!" I felt the head rutting around trying to find my hole. Once he had located it, he was in to the hilt. I moaned and struggled against my bonds while the three in the audience laughed at my predicament.

"Mr. Wilson, you said I needed to go slow, right?" asked the guy behind me. "Is this slow enough?" Coach took a peek and watched for a few seconds.

"Just a little slower in the beginning. You don't want to bust right away."

"Damn, guys this don't feel half bad. If you guys want to pull your puds until you cum that's fine with me, but you'd be missing out on some hot ass."

The three got up and went behind me so that they could watch the fuck rather than my drippy pecker. Coach encouraged my fucker all the way.

"That's right, nice and slow. Let's see if you can make it five minutes before cooling off. That looks good, I think you are a natural at this. Your girlfriend will be in heaven from all the tricks you've learned today. If you can though, try not to make my pussyboy cum. If you're not carefully, you'll fuck the cum right out of him. Does that ass feel much like pussy? I've loosened him up quite a bit over the past few days."

"Hell yeah, almost exactly the same. Just slid right in - no pushing or anything. In fact, I could stand for it to be a bit tighter."

"Well, just spank him then...his cunt will tighten up."

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP...

"Hell, yeah that's more like it. I think I'm about to cum!"

"Stop it! Either pull out or just hold still." He shoved it in hard and just held it there. My ass muscles went into overdrive, milking and massaging his brick hard rod. Once the initial urge to cum had passed, he slowly picked up where he left off.

"You're right Mr. Wilson, I think I could go all day like this."

"Well, give somebody else a turn", demanded another one of the guys.

"Yeah", repeated the other two.

"I didn't think you wanted to fuck him."

"That was before we saw you do it."

"I've got an idea!" interrupted Coach. "Here is a stopwatch. Why don't you each do it and time how long it takes you to shoot. I'll give the one with the longest time $500.00. You guys pick the order in which you want to take him. Just remember though, slaves are not allowed to cum. Take your time, just come inside when you are done so I can give the winner his money." With that Coach just walked away, leaving me at their mercy.

With a $500.00 dollar incentive to last the longest, these guys were in no hurry to get this over with. In order to make it fairer though, they made up one additional rule, the cool off breaks didn't count in the total time - only time actually spent fucking would count. It was dark by the time they finished and I had four loads of cum up my ass. The guy named Brian had won with a time of 53 minutes. The four of them left for the house, me still bound, to let Brian collect his money. I never came, even though I was excruciatingly close on a number of occasions.

Coach came out to get me later and took me inside. He immediately forced me down on all fours with a dildo shoved up my ass and set on high. He then sat on the couch and watched television for two hours with his feet propped up on me like a footstool. The pool of precum between my legs was amazing. After cleaning it up, I took my nightly pill and was tied to the bed. Coach pivoted the TV so that I could see it and put in a DVD. "These are some highlights from your adventures this week. I thought you might like to see them." He turned the volume way up and left the room, leaving the lights on as always.

FRIDAY - THE UNIVERSITY RESTROOM

I didn't sleep at all. I never slept much anymore. Most of the sleep I did get came in the form of naps. So I was awake when Coach entered the room with the needle. I received the shot and was unstrapped from the bed. I noticed that it wasn't even six o'clock yet.

"Get up and follow me quickly!

I followed him to his car and we sped off. We arrived shortly after six at the local university. "What are we doing here?" I wondered. Coach quickly explained.

"Take this duffel bag and look inside. Do it now! You can move and listen at the same time, can't you? Take out the shorts, t-shirt, and flip- flops and put them on. They're similar to the ones you wore to the movies. Go inside that building; it will be pretty quiet right now and I doubt you will run into anyone. The elevator to the basement floor will be right as you go in the building. Take it down and get out. Walk to the end of the hall and you will find the men's restroom. Go inside and take off all your clothes and put them in the garbage. The cleaning crew comes at 8:00 and will take them out with the trash. Go to the last stall and get inside. Inside the bag are some dildos and a watch. Use the dildos on your cunt and the watch to keep track of the time. Your evening pill is also in there. Take it at midnight. I will be back here at six tomorrow morning - that's 24 hours in that restroom - and you had better be back at this exact spot by then. I'll only wait 15 minutes. Follow my instructions and you'll be fine - and, as always, no cumming."

This was definitely the worst task yet. I got out of the car, my hard dick tenting in the flimsy shorts, and started to make my way to the building. I saw some people from a distance but they didn't see me. I found the elevator and rode it down, duffel bag in hand. The hallway he spoke of was really long. I already dreaded the naked walk back. The men's room was on the right and I went in. I took a deep breath and removed my shorts, t-shirt, and flip-flops, chucking them all in the bin. Then I let my rock hard cock lead the way to the last stall. I entered and locked it, putting the duffel bag off to the side of the toilet, up against the wall, where it would not readily be seen. I put one of the dildos up my ass (one that had a bulge so it wouldn't fall out) and waited.

It was several hours before I started to hear any motion in the hallways at all. The restroom door was opened a couple of times but the guys only used the urinals and probably didn't even know I was there. The cleaning crew had taken my clothes. If I had been wearing shoes I could pretend that I was just using the toilet, but without them it really raised suspicion.

I was doing OK until lunchtime when everyone seemed to need to go to the restroom at once. There were guys packed in there, all standing around waiting for a urinal or stall to open up.

"What's up with the barefoot guy?"

"Hey, he was in here this morning when I had to take a piss."

"You OK in there, buddy?" He pounded loudly on the door.

"Yeah," I stammered, "I'm alright".

"Why have you been in the can all morning?"

I couldn't think of an answer quick enough and the door started to shake. I knew that the latches weren't very strong and the door could probably be opened rather easily. Just then a guys head popped under the stall wall.

"Shit! He's naked in there guys!"

"No way...for real?"

"We got a real perv in there."

The stall door burst open and I was dragged out into the open - a chorus of laughter filled the room and my face turned crimson, but my cock never sagged for a second. In fact, I think that it was even harder now. I was picked up and held tightly with my hands behind my back while the other guys looked me over with disgust. The guy in front of me pulled back his arm to hit, but at the last minute stopped. I think the sight of my nasty, leaking, throbbing cock stopped him. No straight guy wants to be that close to something like that.

The guy holding my arms whispered in my ear. "Do you suck?" I nodded yes. "Good, I'll be back tonight and I'll bring some buddies. You'll be in fag heaven."

"Hey, wait a minute guys. Bring him down to his knees." This new voice was unfamiliar. The guy behind me, holding my arms, forced me to my knees in an instant. The guy who had spoken came over and hauled out his soft cock. He pointed it at my face and let loose a torrent of hot piss. The crowd erupted in approval. From that moment until the room was empty again I was the overflow urinal. The guys would try to use the ones in the wall, but if there was a long wait they unloaded on me. I was covered in piss from head to toe but still hard as a brick. When one guy peed on my crotch I nearly shot. The guy holding me down reached for my ass and found the dildo. He whispered in my ear again...

"Should I tell them about this?" I nodded no. He didn't say anything, but did start to pump it in and out of me, to my own great humiliation. It was pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Not only was I not supposed to cum, I didn't WANT to cum like this. I held on to my load like never before. The guy holding me was the last one to leave. "Listen, fuckwad. I'm coming back tonight - not sure what time. Now that I know you like ass play too, I'm sure we'll have a good time. I'll probably talk some buddies into it too, but they may just want to watch. It's a pity you will smell like piss but if your pussy is a hot as I bet it is then I can deal with it. Get back in your stall and try not to get into anymore trouble until I get back."

I gladly returned to my stall but was frustrated when I saw that the lock had been broken. The door would not swing open, but it would be easy for someone to mistakenly come in. Every hour the room would fill with students and I would be pulled out and teased. Finally, five o'clock came and the number of students in the restroom at any one time dropped off dramatically. Those that did come in typically used the urinals and didn't even notice me. I sat and waited for the guy who told me that he would be back for a blowjob. It got to be ten o'clock and he still wasn't there - maybe he wasn't coming.

Then, at midnight, just after I had taken my pill, the door opened and several drunken guys walked in.

"Hey, faggot, get out here - I know you're still here - I can see your feet." I cautiously opened the door and walked out on display. The room erupted in laughter and crude comments.

"I didn't think he'd still be here!"

"Faggots all over this school, man - drives me insane."

"I don't think he is from our school. Looks a little too old to be a student. Why are you here, you big cunt?"

"Um, I'm here because, because, my master told me to come here, Sirs." More laughter filled the room.

"So we got ourselves a bona-fide slave boy to play with. Hot damn!!!"

By this time I had an accurate count of the guys. There were only seven of them. I could handle this as long as they didn't start hitting - and I hoped that they were interested in something besides that. The guy from this morning lit up a joint.

"Come here little faggot and have some." I slowly walked over and took the joint out of his hand. I took a drag off it and tried to hand it back. "Oh no, I don't want that thing back now - your hands and lips have been all over it. But then again, good pot shouldn't go to waste. Finish smoking it - and hurry up - we don't have all night." I inhaled again and held the smoke. I was encouraged to go faster. I kept on inhaling, one after the next until the joint was nearly done. I was feeling warm, dizzy, and a little bit giggly.

"OK, faggot, these guys are here to watch unless they change their minds. My name is Tom and you will be my servant for the next little while. I'm sure your master had this in mind when he 'loaned' you to the university." He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock through - it was about half-hard already. "Now, suck it good, get it nice and wet so I can fuck your ass with it." With the pot lowering my inhibitions I dove right into it - initiating chuckles from our audience. He was hard and I tasted his precum in a matter of minutes. He grabbed the back of my head and started to push in hard, to really fuck my face. I gagged occasionally and he would pull out, long stringy strands of spit connecting his cock head to my mouth. Before I knew it, there was frothy spit running down my chin and onto the floor. "He does a nice job, guys. This master of his must have taught him well. But I don't want to cum until I get some of that ass. Have any of you guys changed your mind about taking a ride on the slave train?"

"I'd do it if we could get him back to my dorm room..."

"How far is it?"

"Shit, it's clear across campus."

"What about mine? It's just across the street." I wanted to protest but my mouth was still full of cock.

"Yeah, that's great. Let's go."

Tom pulled out of my mouth and started to drag me to the door. I slurred my words when I tried to speak because I was so high, but managed to say, "I don't know if I'm supposed to leave the restroom."

"Tell you what, I'll videotape tonight's activities and you can carry it back to your master - that should make him happy."

We moved to the main doors upstairs and Tom half-dragged me all the way to the dorm room. It was a small space and with eight people in it, it felt even smaller. No one had even spoken yet when Tom's cock entered my ass.

"AAAAAHAHHHHAHHHH..." I moaned.

"Told you he'd like it."

"Get him up on the bed so someone can use his mouth."

I was moved to my knees on the edge of the bed, ass being used by Tom and mouth being used by one of my anonymous rapists. We fucked like that for hours. I took multiple loads from every cock. I was glad that I was high since, although I was still fully hard, I found it difficult to cum. When the night was nearly over, Tom sat in a desk chair and motioned for me to sit on his prick, facing out into the room. He fucked me hard in this position as all the others watched, calling me every name imaginable, even spitting on me. A cruel motherfucker (whose name I learned was Brad) came over and grabbed my legs, pushing them up. The only thing holding me in place was Tom's rod. Brad positioned his cock on top of Tom's and tried to squeeze it in as well. I screamed not so much in pain as in the humiliation of being seen as such a pussy. I started to cry. Brad's cock finally slipped in and two cocks were filling me at the same time. They tried to find a fucking rhythm where neither of their dicks would fall out. I was on the edge now. Anything would have set me off. At least I knew none of them would touch my cock. Unexpectedly, one of those large squirts of precum came flying out of my dick, shooting straight up and oozing down into my fuckhole. The extra lube felt good. The guys thought that they had made me cum so they picked up their pace dramatically.

"Yeah, fucked the cum right outta your balls, didn't we slut, didn't we?" asked Tom.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH...SHIT!!! I'm cumming!!!" screamed Brad.

"Me too, bro, me too - we're cumming together in the same hot hole. UNNH, UUNH, UNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHH!" groaned Tom.

Seconds later I was thrown naked into the hallway with cum still drizzling out of my ass. The door opened once more and Tom tossed a videotape to me. I gathered myself together and sprinted like a streaker across the road and into the building, down the elevator, down the hall, and into my restroom stall. Thank God, the duffel bag and everything in it was still here. I checked the time - 5:15. I knew that Coach liked to see the cum run out of my ass after a fucking so I used the small butt plug to hold it in until I could see him again.

Finally, six o'clock arrived. Several people saw me on the way to the parking lot and they either gasped in shock or pointed fingers and laughed. Coach was true to his word and the car was waiting in the designated spot. We sped off toward home. He asked me lots of questions about what happened and I told him everything. He became furious at me for leaving the restroom to go home with those guys. I handed him the videotape. "We'll watch this and I'll decide if you need to be punished."

At home, after I had received my shot, we watched the tape while Coach put me through another training session. It was excruciatingly pleasurable and I got close a number of times, but since I was so tired it was pretty easy to hold back my load. Coach wanted to see how much cum was in my ass so he fucked me with the butt plug until I spewed it back out. He looked at the jar and I assumed that he would make me eat it again. Instead, he slung the contents of the jar in my face, slimy seed all over my skin.

"Faggot! You had no right to leave with those guys when I specifically told you to stay in the restroom. The tape was nice and I'll certainly keep it, but you, you...will have to be punished. Today is Saturday. I'm thinking about taking away your opportunity to cum tonight!"

"No, Sir, Coach, please, please...I might explode if you don't let me shoot. Please give me another punishment. I know that I deserve it. But just don't let it be that, Sir." I was practically in tears.

"I'll think about it...You'll have my decision at midnight - right before your window opens. I'm going to give you a chance to sleep today since you were up all night whoring around. I've got big, big, plans for you tonight. Sleep tight, cunt." With that, he stormed out and I fell into a much-needed sleep.

SATURDAY - THE POOL PARTY

Coach woke me at two in the afternoon. He asked me to roll over slightly - which is all I could do with the restraints still on - and I noticed the needle in his hand.

"Coach?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Sir, I think I've already gotten my shot for today - this morning when we got back from the University."

"I know that, slave. But I want you to have another one today." He jabbed me with the needle - harder than usual. He must have still been pissed off at me. "OK, now listen to me, you dumb fuck...I'm having a party tonight to show off my new slave. Until then, you are going to be teased for fifty minutes every hour with ten minutes off. Fifty minutes on, ten minutes off. I want you quivering with desire when I introduce you to my friends. That's why you got two shots today and why you will get two pills tonight. We'll go back to the normal schedule tomorrow."

"Coach?"

"What now?"

"Did you decide whether or not you would let me cum tonight, Sir?"

"I did...and you will be given a chance to cum - between midnight and three. If you cum at any other time you will be punished. I'm still in a bad mood, so you don't want me to have to punish you today - believe me."

I was immediately dragged out to the bar near the pool, where I saw the same guys who had been here on Thursday. Coach strung me up while they watched. They were all fully clothed. Once I was secure, Coach started to explain how this was going to work.

"All right, you know money doesn't mean much to me - I've got plenty of it and I like to spend it - that's how I could afford to pay for you...maybe one day I'll tell you how much you cost me. I've offered these four young men $500.00 A PIECE if they would help me out today. I have party preparations to make and they are going to be your teasers today. They can do whatever they want with you as long as you stay right on the edge of an orgasm but they don't let you have one. Now you four...remember, fifty minutes of stimulation and then let him rest for ten. We have enough time for eight cycles before the party starts. If he doesn't have an orgasm then you get your money. If he does blow then I will be really pissed at all of you and you'll get nothing. Does my slave understand?" I nodded yes. "Do you boys understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Wilson."

"Good." Coach turned away, but only walked a few feet before turning back around. "Guys, if you decide to fuck him, be real careful - his pussy just loves it so much, I'm afraid he won't be able to control himself. Last night he disobeyed me so that he could run off and get fucked by seven college guys. Can you believe that? I've got the video if you'd like to see the proof later." I was mortified, even though it was true.

"No shit!!!"

"Fucking cunt, did you do that?"

"Yes, Sir." I was humiliated; I couldn't even look at them.

"Well, anyway, be careful with him. I'll be in the house if you need anything." Coach walked away and disappeared into the house.

For the next eight hours my tormentors used every trick they had learned from Coach and a few new ones to keep me on the verge of cumming. I was amazed that these guys (who I still assumed were straight) would touch another guy's cock and take that much pleasure in fucking him. I guess money makes people do things they wouldn't normally do. These guys were still learning the finer points of edging but even so they were well on their way to being masters of it. Over and over they brought me to bring of a violent orgasm only to stop it by simply removing their hands, or pulling hard on my balls, or twisting a nipple. Precum was constantly pouring out of my cock - probably due to the second shot - and the guys took great delight in getting me close enough to spew precum out like a fountain. They would tease me as they stroked, asking me how I liked it and if I was ready to shoot now. They asked me to tell them about some of the things I'd done this week - like getting fucked in the park restroom.

But the worst was the fucking. These guys had learned how to go slow and make it last. One guy would fuck for fifteen minutes or so, then, without cumming, pull out and let another guy have a turn. I knew that, like this, they could go on indefinitely. The cock heads pressing my prostate over and over again were driving me crazy. But since they wanted their money so bad, at least one of them was assigned to watch my face and cock for signs that I was about to go over the edge. The guy in my ass would be told to pull out, pull out now! My asshole would quiver at the sudden emptiness but my untouched erection would soon back off from the moment of inevitability. Then the prick would re-enter me and cycle would repeat. They gave me the ten-minute breaks but since they usually spent the time verbally teasing me, the breaks hardly helped.

After a few hour-long cycles, I noticed Coach moving things out of his garage into the back yard...a barbeque, a lot of chairs, etc. He brought out some rope and placed it by another bar in the yard similar to the one I was hanging on now. I could only assume that it was for me. Then he got into his swimming trunks and began to clean the pool. Periodically he would talk to the guys, ask them how things were going, and if I had cum yet. "If he gets too close and you think you won't be able to stop him, just spank him REALLY hard on the ass. That will sometimes bring him back from the edge." It was beyond humiliating to have younger men being given permission to spank me. Coach must have been really mad at me to say a thing like that.

They tried everything they could think of to tease me - one took his sneaker and used a shoelace to attach it to my balls. Then they would set the thing swinging. They took the shoelace out and tied it over my bloated cock head, using it to pull my dick to the left or right, up or down, or to shake it violently. The shoelace was untied and then it was placed across my dick where the flange of the head meets the shaft. It would be pulled from side to side in a sawing motion right on top of the most sensitive place on my cock. Finally, they wrapped the shoelace around my cock and balls, making them swell to unnatural proportions while my dick flopped around wildly due to the fucking from behind.

When the last cycle was complete, the guys let out a collective cheer - I had not cum. I was a sweaty, filthy, precum drenched wreck, but I had not cum. The guys untied me and brought me into the house. Coach congratulated and paid them. As they were leaving, Coach called them back...

"Hey guys, I just thought of something. It was really rude of me to forget. The party I'm having tonight - you guys are welcome to stay for it - should be a lot of fun...I'll even let you drink - I know you're not 21 yet, but I'll just overlook that small detail."

"You're gonna tease him some more at this party, aren't you?"

"Oh, hell yes!" replied Coach.

"You gonna let him cum?"

"He'll get an opportunity to cum. Probably blow like a geyser - I'm gonna videotape it."

"I'm in, if the rest of you guys are OK with it."

"I'm OK - Sure."

"Yeah, I'm cool with that."

"OK, pool party tonight!"

"Great - I'm glad you guys are staying. I think my slave is getting kind of attached to you. Until the party starts, why don't you go take a dip in the pool and help yourself to anything you want to drink out in the pool house."

"We didn't bring any trunks."

"So, who needs 'em?"

The guys bolted out the door and back to the pool to skinny-dip and drink beer. As for me, Coach led me to the front yard, only a few feet inside the gate, where most passers by would be able to see. There he got out some shears and shaved off my pubes. My crotch wasn't completely bald, but the short hairs that were left certainly made it look less wild and untamed. It also made my cock look even more enormous than it already did. Once that maintenance had been completed, Coach had me take a shower while he watched me. He was afraid that after eight hours of teasing that I might not be able to control myself.

After drying off, Coach had me resume my "slave duties" - making sure everything was all set outside, cleaning the inside of the house in case someone came in there, and making sure the drinks were cold and the food was ready to go on the grill. I then sat up the chairs outside the way Coach had instructed me - in rows (like a theater) directly in front of the restraining bar. My cock never got soft the entire time. I was more worked up than I had ever been. The sexual tension in me was unbearable. But I was gonna get to cum tonight...I WAS GONNA GET TO CUM TONIGHT!!!!!!!

The guests started to arrive around ten o'clock. By that time my four tormentors from this afternoon were completely drunk and playing naked in the pool. Once the first guest arrived, Coach walked me over to the bar and tied my hands above my head and my ankles on either of the vertical poles holding it up. The butt plug was returned to my ass the vibrating dial set to high. For the next hour more and more guests arrived as I hung there, humiliated, literally stewing in my own juices. Around eleven, the party started. People were grabbing plates of food and returning to a seat where they would eat, watching me struggle with the dildo and my wild desire to shoot right then and there. If you count the four naked college boys (and yes, they were still naked - that's how drunk they were) there were 34 people in the back yard, including me and Coach. Everyone was drinking - and there was even a bong being passed around. I saw Coach talking to the guys from this afternoon. They started to walk towards me as Coach cleared his throat and made an announcement.

"Thank you all for coming to my slave breaking-in party. This young man has a lot of natural talent - as you will see later on - but he also has much to learn. My slave has not cum in approximately seven weeks..." There was a collective gasp, like no one could believe that to be possible. "I told him tonight he would get a chance to cum starting at midnight and going until three in the morning. These fine young men you see here teased him to the point of cumming for over eight hours today and now they are going to demonstrate for you just how they kept my slave on edge and how they made sure he did not shoot his nasty slave wad before his allotted time. Enjoy your food, enjoy your drinks, enjoy the pool if you like, but most of all enjoy my slave!!!"

It didn't take the guys ten seconds to begin to fondle me. Slowly stroking up and down the entire length of my shaft, gently pulling on my balls, one then the other, rolling them around in their fingers. One would ever so slightly brush up against my nipples. But everything was happening exquisitely slow and gently. These motions were designed to frustrate release not to cause it. The guys were fast learners. I was leaking massive amounts of precum, most of which the guys caught and rubbed back onto my balls, shaved pubes, and cock. One took a comb and began to tease my exposed armpits, running it through the hair. Another would gently rub his finger around the outer edges of my hole, not entering it, just lightly teasing it around the butt plug. I was writhing in ecstasy. One of the guys started to work on the head of my rod by slowly rubbing around the bottom and top with three fingers. My body jolted as the sensations rose in intensity.

"Don't worry, faggot, just polishing your knob a little. I won't let you sling it before midnight."

"Why don't I try that thing Mr. Wilson told us would really get him going? You guys will have to stop touching him though, Mr. Wilson said that you had to be really careful doing this or the cunt will shoot for sure."

I had no idea what they were talking about. The guys fondling me in front took a step back and the one gently fingering my asshole removed the plug and plunged his finger in. I jumped and moaned loudly drawing attention from the crowd. Several guests walked over to see what all the excitement was about.

"Mr. Wilson said that somewhere in here there's a place that will drive him wild if I press on it or rub it some. You guys tell me if I hit it since you can see him better."

He poked and prodded obviously not knowing where the prostate is located. I could feel his finger moving over every inch of my anal wall but not finding the target. Suddenly, bulls eye!

"FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!" I moaned and my cock leapt and leapt sending sweeping strands of precum flying into the crowd.

"BINGO...that's it, man. Push it again."

"OOOHHHHHHHHH - God DAMN it!!!!" I was flying high and an orgasm was building inside me.

"Is he about to cum?"

"He's close man."

"Do you think he can take one more?"

The guy looked at my sweat-drenched face and grinned. "Yeah, he can take it. Give him five fast ones then pull your finger out."

I felt a punch, punch, punch, punch, punch and then sudden emptiness. My balls drew up and my cock swelled. I fought it...I fought it hard. I concentrated and used all my muscle control to hold onto my cum...to deny myself this orgasm. If I shot before the appointed time, Coach would fly into a rage. I heard the guys and some of the guests commenting on my struggle.

"He'll never make it. He's too far gone."

"I don't know, man. If anyone could hold it back it's this faggot."

"No, he's gonna cum...look at his balls. I always cum when mine do that."

"I agree; he's lost this battle. He is gonna be in so much trouble."

But they didn't understand my determination. I gritted my teeth and held my breath. I got control of my body once again and felt it safe to relax. But before I did, I spoke to the crowd directly in front of me.

"Sirs...I managed not to cum, but I make a lot of precum and that's about to shoot out of my dick. You might not want to be so close." A few of them did back up while one actually got closer. I released the pressure and what felt like a quart of slippery, slimy precum came barreling out of my piss slit in a long, unbroken stream. The flow lasted four seconds during which time I looked like one of those fountain statues of a cherub pissing into the pool.

"God damn!!!!"

"Fuckin-A!"

"I've never seen anything like that before."

For a moment, I actually felt proud that I had impressed them. Then the realization hit that I was performing as a sexual slave in front a group of strangers. My most intimate moments had been placed on display for all to see. I was mortified at the thought. What had happened to me? As I hung there in utter shame and in the throes of my near orgasm, other men from the party started to come over and take their turn at stimulating me. I was driven to the edge again and again. Coach came over and gave me the two pills he had talked about (I had no idea how two would effect me) and then made an announcement.

"All right, guys. The last hour has been fun, but it is now midnight. Would everyone please step away from the slave? Yes, yes, that's right...move away from him. As I said before, he was told that he would be given an opportunity to shoot. He has been told that he has from now until three o'clock to cum." He moved over to stand in front of me while the back yard became strangely quiet. "Look at me when I am standing in front of you...That's better...OK...Are you ready? I said - ARE YOU READY?????"

"Sir, yes, sir!!" He took a giant step away from me.

"Alright then...cum." I looked at him strangely, obviously confused.

"Aren't you going to help me, Sir?"

"I had planned on it until your unscheduled outing last night. Here's the way this is going to work. You stay right here - tied to this post. No one at this party will touch you in any way. Feel free to beg, but it won't help you. You have until 3:00 to cum. It's pretty amazing the things that cock of yours can do, so it wouldn't surprise me if you were actually able to do it. Get going; you've wasted ten minutes already."

Actually I wasted a lot more time than that. Most of the men at the party took seats in front of me to watch my struggle. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even make an effort. My prick bobbed up and down and I leaked enough precum to fill a lake, but I was too humiliated to try and stimulate myself. Coach walked behind me after about 45 minutes and whispered in my ear, "I had hoped not to be forced to do this, but you aren't putting on much of a show for my friends. They are getting bored." I felt his fingers find my pussy and slip something very small and cool inside. "This will make your clit itchy and more sensitive. You'll be squirming in no time." He patted my bottom and walked away.

The crowd began to be extra boisterous as more and more alcohol was consumed. Several men walked up close to examine my equipment but no one touched me. The pills were full on working by 1:00 and my cock was swollen and painful from the drugs. The naked guys came over to stare and when I saw them my penis started swinging and jerking up and down and suddenly there were droplets of precum all in the air. I actually thought for a second that I could cum. I concentrated as hard as I could...I thought about these guys fucking me...coach fucking me...all those guys at the bookstore fucking me, and even though I was hot as fuck, I just couldn't get my nut off.

Immediately after that, the suppository that Coach had given me kicked in. My prostate felt like it was on fire. Hot and itchy...hot and itchy. I was consumed by pure animal lust. I struggled against my bonds, tried to swing my cock from side to side so that it would slap my thighs but it was just too damn erect. It would hardly move. I squeezed my ass cheeks together, flexing my hole in a futile attempt to ease the burning. My ass needed something in it, something to scratch the itch just inside my cunt.

At 1:30, I made eye contact with a guy I didn't even know. I cried out to him, "Will you please fuck me, Sir?" He shook his head in disgust and walked away to refill his drink. I turned to the naked guys and asked them..."Come on, Sirs, you know you want to - would you please fuck me, please?" At first they only laughed at me, but then the verbal abuse started.

"What is it you want? I didn't quite catch that."

"I need you to fuck me, Sir." I answered.

"I'm sorry. We're at a party and there's a lot of noise. Can you repeat that again?"

"I need you to fuck me, Sir." I yelled loud enough to turn several heads.

"You really are a slut aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir, I'm a fucking whore." That was met with more laughter.

"Well, I don't know about these guys, but I'm about fucked out for now. Maybe later though - after I've had a couple hits off that bong." They walked away laughing hysterically at my predicament. I hung my head in shame at the vulgar shell of a man that I had become.

Before I knew it, it was 2:00. I only had one more hour to make myself cum. I tried everything I could think of to set me off, but nothing seemed to do the trick. I got close several times and spewed more precum, but I just couldn't seem to push myself over without some stimulation. I was a sweaty, precum-covered mess, asking random people to stroke me off or to put their cocks in my ass or even to just finger me. My cock was standing straight up, pointed at my face, almost pressing against my stomach. If I did manage to cum, I might blow my fucking head off. Finally, at 2:45, I discovered that if I moved my hips just right, the head of my cock would rub against my stomach - not much, but it might be enough. I started thrusting my hips up and down - it looked like I was fucking air. As good as this felt, I knew I couldn't cum this way. I needed something else. I closed my eyes and visualized that first fuck with Coach. I imagined the hot slow strokes he gave me, and then how he jerked off. Yeah, I was getting hotter. My cock spewed more precum - it ran down all over my cock and balls, splashing into the mess on the concrete.

"Slave, you have one minute left."

One minute...I can do this...I can do this...Coach's hard cock...naked college guys...my ass full of cum. I could feel it, feel the cum rising in my balls. My cock started to shake and my legs started to wobble. I was going to cum! I actually was going to cum!!!!

But then I opened my eyes and saw that every single person at the party was silently focused on my cock. It startled me and I lost valuable ground in my quest for an orgasm...ground that had to be regained. But I just felt too humiliated being watched like this. I kept on slapping my cock against my stomach, but I couldn't get to the moment of inevitability...wait, here it comes, here it comes...god, fuck, oh shit, oh shit...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum...after seven fucking weeks I'm gonna cum. OH GOOOOODDDDDDD!!!!

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP came five hard whacks on my ass.

"Times up, fuckwad! Stop doing that!"

But I couldn't stop - I was like a dog that has been humping something - when he walks away he can't stop thrusting. He got up in my face and slapped me hard, very hard.

"When I tell you to do something, you do it, bitch! Now stop moving those hips!!!!"

The shock of being slapped in the face brought me out of whatever high I had been on. The moment was lost...the moment was lost. I looked down at my cock. It was coated in slimy prefuck. I didn't understand what had happened.

"Sir?" He looked at me like he was considering another slap.

"OK, listen, you shouldn't be talking to me right now, but I will allow you this one question - then I'd better not hear another fucking word."

"Sir, I thought you said that you were going to let me cum tonight." I was on the verge of tears. He laughed at how pathetic I sounded.

"No, I said I would give you the opportunity to cum...which I did. It's not my fault that you couldn't. Now listen to me carefully. It's late, but I promised the guys that they could have at your ass tonight. I know you just about shot so I'm giving you ten minutes to cool down. And since your window to cum has closed, you had better not shoot or you will seriously regret it." He turned, leaving me hanging there and went into the house.

When he returned, he was carrying a black multi-tailed whip.

"I have not once had to use this on anyone and I don't want to start tonight. You started out to be an excellent slave - a little attitude left but I think I can rub that out. You also need to learn how to follow instructions a little better. Your instructions for the rest of night are simple - let these guys fuck you and don't cum. If you shoot a single drop of white cum, then I will whip you out here in front of all these people as hard as I can. Do you understand?" I nodded that I did. "Good, now I'm going to pull up this chair and sit right in front of your cock so I can make sure you don't cum. We've wasted enough time, Hey guys! It's time to get started."

Men began to undress all around me. Great, I thought, this could make me cum all by itself. Looking at all that hot cock was really doing a number on my dick. Luke, our neighbor, was first up. When he slid in, I moaned and sighed and moved my hips like a cheap hooker. He was hitting my itchy prostate over and over again and the cum was building in my balls. I looked at Coach and got control over myself. That whip was an excellent tool for bringing you back down. I couldn't help but shoot precum though. Since I had been so close a few minutes ago, there was a lot of it. Coach was sitting too close and since my dick was flopping up and down it flew out all over him. He checked it for actual cum and then just grinned at me. At least he loved to watch me do that. Luke dumped his load in my ass and pulled out quickly. That's when I noticed that one of the guys from this afternoon had a video camera and was filming everything. When Coach saw the look on my face, he said, "We've been filming the whole time. Got everything that's happened tonight, including your solo performance."

A new cock was positioned within seconds of Luke pulling out. I needed another man's penis inside me immediately. That did nothing but make me feel more like a bitch slut. The whip in Coach's hand, however, suppressed my sexual hunger. The whip had given me control of my cock again. I became perfectly still, determined not to cum. Coach noticed the change in me, and slapped my face...not hard this time, but just enough to get my attention.

"I know that I said not to cum, slave, but you don't have to screw like a fucking church lady. Get into it...you're a whore and you know it...hell, you don't even have an ass...you've got a pussy...a nice warm place for a real man to pound his dick and leave a load of seed...that's all you are and that's all you will ever be. You are not my equal...I don't let you cum because that would put us on the same level. But you CAN fuck your little cunt back to meet the cock in your box and help make his night a little better...now let him fuck you and FUCK HIM BACK!!!!!!!!"

This was great, now I had to worry about enjoying it and being a good fuck and concentrate on not cumming. I started to push back on the cock in my ass, meeting it halfway stroke for stroke. This unfortunately put the head of his dick right on my prostate. Maybe I could get him off before I shot. It was dangerous to attempt - if I went to far and didn't stop in time, the fucking might push me over before I could stop it. I started pushing hard, moaning and swearing like the bitches I'd seen in porno. "Yeah, that's right, fuck my cunt hard. Slam it into me...I've never seen you before in my life but here I am letting you fuck your hot cock into me...I need your cum inside me, Sir. I need your jizz in me. Fuck your swimmers deep inside me. Oh, that's it, harder, harder, faster, faster, please cum, Sir. Oh, I need to feel it so bad."

That's all it took - the guy shot - this new plan might work. Just then I noticed that the video camera was right beside me pointed directly in my face. He had been recording everything I said. I was beyond humiliated. There was no way that I could convince anyone that this was only to get a guy to cum. Shit, if anyone doubted that I was a perv, I just provided ironclad proof.

The third guy at my ass had a special request.

"Do we really have to fuck him tied to this pole?"

"I don't suppose so. Where do you want to do it?" answered Coach.

"I was thinking that we could just throw a couple of big blankets down in the yard and use that...More than one person could go at a time and I know some of the guys would rather have a blowjob than a fuck. Can't get a blowjob with him tied up like this."

"Sure, that sounds fine." Coach untied me and told me to go into the house and grab three or four blankets from the closet. He sent a monitor with me to ensure that I didn't touch myself. When we returned, I spread the blankets out on the grass and looked at Coach. "Well, get on the blankets you moron...these guys wanna fuck!!!!"

And fuck these guys did. It went on until the sun came up. I was fucked, I gave blowjobs, I licked a couple of guy's feet clean, I ate ass, and even took one guy's piss in my mouth, swallowing every drop. At one point, I noticed that some of the guys were on their second and even third ride in my hole. I could feel how full of cum I was. I was fucked on my back, doggie style, on my side, and even told to ride a few of them. The college guys were still there, filming everything, and taking a turn or two themselves. All the while, my cock stayed hard and leaked nonstop. I drenched the blankets in pre-cum, but always managed to keep my load inside me.

Finally, as the sun was rising, I was carried to the picnic table and laid on it with my ass at the edge. Coach wanted the guys to watch something. He had his dildo and his quart jar so I knew what was coming. This must have been the most humiliating thing yet. He plunged the dildo in my ass and gave it five or six quick thrusts and pulled it out again. Before my hole could close, the built up cum came bursting out, collecting in the jar. He repeated this five times - there was that much cum - before all that came out was a trickle. My naked college boys had filmed it all close up. Coach handed the jar to me and said, "You know what to do." I tipped the jar up and began to drink its contents.

"That's disgusting, man!"

"SHIT!!! How could anyone do that?"

"I've seen stuff like this in movies but never thought I'd see it live."

"That guy is the biggest fucking cunt I've ever seen."

"I've been with whores who had more self respect than him."

Finally, the jar was empty and my humiliation complete. The men got dressed and started to leave while Coach left me to clean up the mess in the yard. It was about 8:30 when I was finished. When I entered the house, Coach grabbed me and took me to my room. He stuck me with the needle before I had even seen it. He then roughly shoved me onto the bed and tied me down. He shoved a bigger dildo in my ass than I had ever used before and wedged it into the mattress so I couldn't get it out. He turned it on high.

"The past two days have been kind of disappointing, especially since you got off to such a good start with me. It's probably my fault...I've been too nice to you and it's led you to believe you have more freedom than you do. My cousin is coming over tonight and you are going to entertain us whether you get any sleep today or not. I'm not going to be back until 4:00. And I don't need to tell you what will happen if you shoot that fag load of yours, right?" I nodded that I understood him and he stormed out of the room. Sleep was impossible with that rod up my ass. In fact, it took all my self-control not to cum all over myself. I sighed and lowered my head to the bed - Coach had removed my pillow. This was going to be an interesting week.

SUNDAY - THE COUSIN VISITS

It was a miracle that I didn't cum before Coach came to get me. I was drenched in cum, precum, and sweat. I literally smelled like a jockstrap. He barged into my room at 4:15 that afternoon, unhooked my arms and legs, and told me to get my ass outside. Once there he bound me again to the same bar he had used just last night. Then I saw it...

He held up one of those vibrating bullets - it was wireless - I'd never seen one like that before. He taped it to the underside of my cock and secured it firmly in place. "That bullet vibrates in a random pattern. You should prepare yourself for anything. This is gonna feel really good, but remember the whip. You are still in training. Don't fuck this up. We'll let it tease you for an hour. Starting...now!"

The bullet kicked in as Coach walked back to the house. I was alone and my cock was about to burst. The buzzer started with some very low vibrations. After a few minutes, I felt the intensity go up a notch. My prick bobbed in response and burped out some precum that dripped down to the concrete. Moments later it changed again. Higher buzzing. I looked down at my pud and even the precum in my piss slit was vibrating. I bit my lip and squeezed hard to keep from cumming. It worked for now. When the next level of vibration hit it actually caused my entire cock to vibrate with it. I could see it moving back and forth faster than the eye could follow. I curled my toes and sighed. God this felt so hot!!!! I closed my eyes and felt the cum being pulled from my balls against my will. I was almost there when I thought of the whip - that managed to stave off orgasm for the time being, but a stream of precum did leave my dick, airborne, and flew off a few inches in front of me. The buzzer went into a sort of climbing setting - where it started out low and slowly gained in intensity until it was almost unbearable. At first I thought that this would be easier to take than the last setting - I was very wrong. After a few minutes I was struggling against my bonds, cursing, and trying every trick I knew not to cum. I would have failed too, had the setting not changed again. It was time for the pulses - these were slow and gave me time to collect myself again. My cock was still leaking like a faucet but I had gotten used to that by now. This felt really good but I was in no danger of blowing my wad. The pulse settings were variable just like the vibration ones and soon they became faster. I still found these easier to take than the earlier ones. Suddenly, the cycle began to repeat. It wasn't really "random" as Coach had said - it just switched settings periodically in the same order each time. I found this knowledge comforting. If I knew what was coming up, then I could prepare myself for it. Even with that knowledge, I was in for a tough time trying to make it through this session.

When Coach returned after an hour, I had been sweating so much that there were pools of sweat around my feet. Of course, there was also a pool of precum between my legs. When he saw me, he smiled, "You didn't cum...you might just make up for all those recent fuck-ups." He untied me and walked me back to the house.

"At six o'clock, my cousin is coming over - his name is Kevin, but you can't call him that. Remember to call him 'Sir'. You will obey him as you obey me - anything he says or wants you to do, you will do it. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Fine...we shouldn't bother with a shower just now. Kevin will like the funky way you smell. Here's what I want you to do. Go out on the porch and get on your knees...remember to stay hard...when Kevin walks up, greet him, and tell him that you are his slave tonight - a gift from his cousin." I quickly went out on the porch and got on my knees. That would end up being the easiest few minutes of the day.

When I first saw Kevin walking up the drive, I was struck by how handsome he was. An involuntary reflex occurred and my ass muscles flinched. Kevin reached the porch and saw me - he smiled a wicked smile and chuckled to himself. I gave him my message. "Sir, welcome to this home. I am your servant, your slave for this evening - a gift from your cousin."

"Really..." he said in a low, strung out manner that made me a little nervous. "Let's go inside and say hello to my cousin then."

I opened the door for him and we walked inside. Coach was sitting on the sofa with a beer and a joint. "Slave, go get Kevin a beer", snapped Coach and I scurried off to grab one. When I gave it to Kevin, Coach ordered me to put my hands behind my head and to stay still - and to keep my dick hard. Kevin and Coach spent some time talking and catching up. I found out that people call Coach R.J. - R.J. Wilson. I had been curious but was afraid to ask for his name since I couldn't use it anyway.

I was enjoying listening to the conversation when Kevin spoke to me...

"Hey slave, did you know R.J. and me were a couple of mean sons o' bitches when we were younger? We were a couple of first class bullies. We'd love to take one of those smart-ass little bookish types and drag them out into the woods. R.J. would strip 'em down and laugh at them when they started to get hard. There were even a couple of them that started crying, weren't there?" Coach nodded yes. "Yeah, those were fun days. We must have done at least twenty kids our own age or older that way. After they got hard and while we were still dressed, we'd slowly stroke them off. We took hours sometimes. R.J. was an expert at it even then. By the end, he would have them begging for release. Oh my god, do you remember that kid we convinced we were his friends and got him to talk his Mom into letting us stay together for a weekend? What did we not do to him? His parents had a camper out back and we told them it would be fun if we could stay in it over the weekend. We had him naked and tied up for almost 48 hours. He was too embarrassed at being naked to yell, so he just took whatever we dished out. Good times...good times. We did stuff like that until we were juniors or seniors in high school. Got a football player one of those years. Yeah, he was hot to bring down a notch - never looked at us the same way again. Then, R.J. here comes into a shit load of money and can afford to buy his own 24/7 slave. Has he told you that you are his third one? The others didn't work out. He has high expectations for you, kid."

"So, you ready to get started, Kev?"

"Not just yet. I'd like to have a couple of those 'special' pills you mix up first."

"A couple? One is plenty for you."

"I intend for this to go on all fucking night. I want one for now and one for around midnight. That should be enough to keep me going."

"Whatever you say, man."

While Coach was getting the pills, Kevin looked me up and down, evaluating me, before speaking.

"Hey, faggot, get over here and take off my shoes."

I knelt down in front of him and began to unlace the ragged, beat-up Chuck Taylor high-tops. There was even a big enough tear for me to see his wiggling, sock covered toes. I slipped each shoe off and was amazed at the smell. It was incredible. I know that most people would have found the scent offensive, but for me it was like an expensive perfume. My cock started wagging at the smell. Fortunately, he couldn't see it. Once both shoes were off, I looked up at him.

"Put my sock feet up to your face and take a few good long whiffs, boy."

It was almost like he had read my mind. I eagerly scooped up one foot and rammed my nose right into the discolored fabric, inhaling as deeply as I could. I did this a number of times before switching feet and giving the other one the same level of attention. My cock belched precum onto the floor.

"Take the socks off now."

I slipped both socks off and marveled at how the smell filled the air. Without even being told, I put the fabric up to my nose and continued to breathe the vapors in. Then I looked at his feet. They were marvelous...long and slender with elegant, beautiful toes. And they were big...at least a thirteen. Coach returned with the pills.

"Here, cunt, go ahead and take yours too." Kevin and I both took a pill and I waited for my next instruction.

"Have you got any video of the slut yet?" asked Kevin.

"Sure do, tons of it in fact. We couldn't watch it all tonight if we started right now."

"Well, bring in what you think is the best and we'll watch it until my pill kicks in. Until I say otherwise, slave, sit between my legs and rub my feet while we watch some of your movies." I did as I was told, grabbing one foot at a time and giving it a thorough massage. He loved it. "Damn, you do that good, fucker. Wish I had one like you at home."

Coach returned with the video and popped it into the DVD player. It was last night's video...possibly the most humiliating one that had been recorded. The three of us sat there and watched the last thirty minutes of it. I was fucked in every possible position during those thirty minutes, but the worst part was when Coach put me on the picnic table and fucked the cum out of my ass into the jar. I cringed when I watched myself turn the jar up and drink out every drop.

"FUUUUUCKKKKK!!!! Did he really do that?"

"He sure did. In fact, he's done it a couple of times. You should have seen the cum I got outta his ass last week after he'd been fucked by over 60 men."

"He took sixty cocks up his ass? No way, you're joshing me."

"You tell him, pussy."

"Yes, Sir, it's true...I did take all those cocks."

"Did you like it when they shot their greasy loads up inside you?"

"Yes, Sir, I liked that."

"Damn, boy, you and I are going to get along real well, real well indeed. Stand up and put your hands behind your head." I did it immediately, my stretched out prick bobbing in front of me, leaking down my thighs and dripping off my balls as well. "You're a fucking leaky one, aren't you?" Coach answered for me...

"You haven't seen anything yet. This guy produces so much precum that when he's excited enough it shoots out like he's pissing. The shit just goes everywhere. Fucking hot as hell to watch."

"That true boy? Do your nuts make way too much precum for you to handle? Got to have a real man to milk it out for you, huh?"

"Yes, Sir, that's true, Sir."

Kevin slipped off his t-shirt and I saw his well-defined chest staring back at me. He grinned as he pinched one of his nipples. I could tell that both of our pills were kicking in. He stood up and unbuttoned his jeans and looked at me with his smirky grin. I couldn't take my eyes off him...he was just so damn sexy standing there like that. "Get on your knees, keep your hands behind your head, and get over here in front of me." I gladly maneuvered into the position requested. He slowly unzipped his jeans, stopping half way. He wasn't wearing underwear. The top of his pubic bush was visible. My mouth watered and my ass twitched. "You see the hair, don't cha? Lick the hair that you see, really get it wet, munch on it." I put my face into his crotch and licked his pubes. Some of them came off and got in my mouth but I didn't care. And the smell, the fucking awesome smell! It was like he hadn't showered in a week. My cock sent another wad of precum to the floor. He lowered the zipper to the bottom but did not slide his jeans off. I could just barely make out the root of his penis. It was thick! He lowered my head to lick this newly exposed area, the lower pubes and his dick root. He sighed with satisfaction and so did I. He pushed my face completely into his pubes and let his jeans fall to the floor at the same time. I heard him stepping out of them. Though I could not see his cock, I could certainly feel it now. "You want to see it, faggot?"

"Yes, Sir." I replied from within the bush.

"Slowly pull your head away from my crotch and take a look at it."

I pulled away and was amazed by what I saw. Kevin's cock was almost identical to Coach's...the size, the thickness, the fact that he was uncut. Since Coach wouldn't let me see his dick anymore, it was like I was viewing it vicariously through Kevin. It wasn't completely hard yet, but as I sat and watched, it pumped up slowly, jerking and swinging, until at last it was at full mast. "It's a nice one isn't it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You'd like to suck it, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, not just yet. R.J., let's give him a good teasing first - say an hour or so."

"Sounds good to me, you're the guest. What do you have in mind?"

"Well, I say that you should get that belted dildo and shove it inside him. That will get him ready for me. Then you should do that teasing thing that you do so well...you know...get him really fired up. I'll sit here and force him to watch me jerk off. How's that sound?"

"I'll be right back with the dildo."

Coach returned and strapped me in tight and then started in on my cock with all the tricks he knew. Meanwhile, Kevin was slowly massaging his balls in their loose sack.

"You like looking at these balls...yeah, I can tell. You got that thing buzzing in your ass and you are still in heat for these man balls. If you can manage not to blow your fag wad before an hour is up, maybe I'll let you taste 'em. That would be so nice, wouldn't it? Yeah, you eating my balls, putting them in your mouth, sliding them around, tugging on them while my massive cock towers above your head. That's right, I love my balls...bet you'd love them too. I even love the way they smell. Sometimes when I scratch my nuts, I'll pull my hand out and sniff the ball funk from my fingers. You ever do that, faggot? I guess not...your balls are kinda small, aren't they...it's hard to believe they make all that juice. Gonna move my hand up to shaft of my cock now, boy. Makes your fag mouth water, doesn't it? Shit this feels good!!! Those pills really put you in the mood, don't they? Fucking hard cock...fucking hard cock. I should slide this foreskin down now. It covers the head all the time unless I move it myself, even when I'm super hard like now. Watch me slide it down. There it goes...the head just now popping out...you can see my piss slit now. I'm even leaking a little precum myself. I'll pull it down a little farther for you. Oh, SHIT, that is an awesome feeling! I'll pull it all the way down now so that you can see the flange of my cock head. There it is, slave, there it is. Can you see the way the foreskin bunches up around the rim? Can you see my cock throbbing, pumping in my hand? Hey R.J., do you think we can make this guy cum?"

"He's pretty good at holding it back. If we make it a fair fight he'll probably be able to maintain control. He hasn't cum since he's been here."

"Well, I ain't interested in a fair fight. Tie one of my socks over his mouth and nose. Yeah, that's it. Faggot gonna have to fight it hard now. That sock is five days old, slut. You're breathing in five-day-old foot funk. And you love every sniff. Oh, it looks like you are having trouble...could it be that you are already on the edge - just by looking at my fat cock and smelling my filthy feet? R.J., when you get him to the edge move outta the way so I can watch him struggle. Yeah, faggot, watch my big cock, my hand moving slowly up and down the red hot flesh, from the skin covered head to my unwashed pubes. You love every inch, don't you? Every fucking inch is seared into your brain already, isn't it? You'll be having dreams about this cock for years to come. FUCK, my cock is one hot motherfucker!!! It feels so fucking good in my hand. Oh he's close, he's close. Shit, you're shaking man. You're not going to make it. I know you are about to spew your fag load all over the living room. No one can look at my cock without getting excited, especially fags. Your dick is quivering dude...you'll never hold it back now...never. HOLY FUCK!!! What was that? Did you see that? I've never seen any guy do that before. Was that all precum? FUCK, SHIT!!! I can't believe what I just saw. It was like fucking piss, dude. How many times can he do that? As many as you want, you say...I see, so you get him right on the edge and stop a second before he cums and you get the fountain of precum. Do it again. My cock is driving him wild anyway. I'm gonna get into some serious stroking now, slave, and I want you to watch every second of my playtime. I love to stroke my dick like this - nice and slow...I hardly ever beat off fast...it just feels too good to go fast. A nice long stroke about this speed is hot as fuck and I can make it last just about forever. Watch me finger the head a little, yeah...just watch me now as I do that for a few minutes. Just watch me."

I was going insane. Coach was playing me like an instrument and Kevin was teasing me to distraction. I had already shot my precum once and Coach already had me on the edge of another. I think he must have sensed that I was getting too close, because he took out the dildo and replace it with his finger. Having his finger in my ass gave him more control over my body and advance warning of an impending orgasm. Kevin kept fingering his cock head for about five minutes - in absolute bliss - while Coach fingered my ass and played with my nuts. Coach interrupted Kevin's jerk off bliss.

"Hey, Kevin, watch this..."

Coach took his hand off my nuts and left my cock and balls undisturbed. He then started to press repeatedly into my prostate - over and over. Within ten seconds I was spewing precum again. The floor was getting to be a nasty mess.

"SHIT!!!! So you can make him do it on command?"

"Almost - but not always. My goal is to get him so that all I have to do is tell him and he can make himself do it with no hands. But he doesn't have the control for that yet."

"Make him do it again."

Coach repeated the motions and soon I was spewing again, a smaller amount this time.

"Again..."

The jabs to my prostate continued and once again I spewed. I was going crazy with lust.

"Fuck jerking off - this guy has to suck my cock and NOW!"

I was dragged over the to the couch and my head was shoved down on Kevin's cock. It only went about half way down before I gagged, nasty, foamy saliva running down his prick. "Take it, bitch, take it down!" I tried my best and eventually had my lips on his pubes. He fucked my face hard, bouncing up and down. Coach asked him a question.

"How many loads do you think that you got in you tonight?"

"With two pills to help me stay hard - at least four or five. You know my balls recharge fast and make a lot of cum."

"Well, why don't you go ahead and dump one down his throat to take the edge off. You won't last five seconds in his ass on your first cum."

"You got a point, cousin. Watch me face fuck your faggot bitch."

He fucked my face hard and deep, the head completely lodged in my throat. I was gagging almost continuously but he couldn't care less. His balls were soaked in the saliva I had gagged up. He pushed down hard and held it there. I gagged and couldn't breathe. Slowly he let me up and then forced me back down on it. Suddenly, his penis expanded and I knew that he was close. He pulled out enough so that his cum would fill my mouth and not be wasted down my throat.

"FUCCCCCKKKK!!! Yes, I'm cumming. Hold it in your mouth, bitch, hold it in your mouth - don't swallow. Fuck, goddamn it - I'm cumming so much. Hold it all in...don't let any leak out - that's a big load isn't it...your cheeks are puffed out faggot - is that because of all the cum in there? Keep your lips closed tight, I'm gonna pull you off my cock now. That's it, that's a good whore. Now show me the load in your mouth. Swish it around some with your tongue. Gargle with it...yeah, tilt you head back and gargle. Good boy. Now you can swallow it...swallow it all down. Gulp down Kevin's hot sperm. I'm part of you now, bitch, you got my swimmers in your gut..."

"That was hot as fuck, Kevin", observed Coach.

"Felt pretty good for me too. He's a hell of a cock sucker."

"What do you want to do now?"

"Well, I need a short break so how about some entertainment? I've been thinking about it and, well...I'll just show you..."

He stood up and grabbed me, forcing me over to an armchair. I was facing in towards the chair and he told me to put my knees in the seat and my arms over the back. Then he lifted each knee and put it on the arm of the chair instead of the seat. This effectively put my ass in the air and my cock and balls on display underneath.

"I was thinking that you could keep him in this position and stick one of those vibrators in there. You know, get him ready for the real thing."

Coach retrieved a vibrator in seconds and switched it to high. I trembled and drooled as I maintained this humiliating position, the vibrator buzzing my ass and Coach occasionally teasing my balls. They talked between the two of them as if I didn't even exist.

This came to an abrupt end, however, when Kevin decided he was ready to fuck. He wanted it video taped so he could take a copy home with him. After Coach set up the equipment (he attached it to the TV so we could watch the action live), Kevin walked over to me and just ripped the dildo out, replacing it immediately with his own hard cock.

"OOOOHHHHH, GOD!" I moaned. He was in all the way to the pubes.

"Fuck yeah, you like that, don't you, bitch. All the bitches like this cock. It's a hot mother-fucking cock. Well, I guess you know that already. God, your ass is nice. Not too tight - feels a lot like pussy - yeah, it feels just like pussy...grips your dick nice...nice texture...not too hairy or anything. Yeah, you're gonna make a good fuck. Gonna fuck you nice and slow 'til your balls can't stand it anymore. Would you cum just by me fucking you, with no one playing with your fag prick?"

"Yes, Sir, you could make me cum by fucking me, but please don't, Sir. Coach will get so mad at me if you make me cum."

"I don't fucking give a shit about that. That's between you and him. I think it would be hot to fuck the cum out of a bitch...to know that my cock got him so excited that he couldn't help but blow his nut with me in his ass. You faggots are all the same - you want a hot cock but then you whine about it. 'I can't suck it all down', 'I can't take a dick that big up my ass', 'Stop, you're hurting me'. Bunch of crybabies. If you don't want to cum while I'm fucking you then just don't do it. I don't think you can stop yourself. My cock is just too fucking hot for you, isn't it? Plowing into your ass now...got a good rhythm going...pounding a hot hole...nothing better is there, R.J."

"Nothing in the world."

"Yeah, a nice smooth ass sucking in my cock, it's almost massaging it on its own. Your ass is hungry bitch...hungry for dick. All bitches are the same...fuck 'em the right way and they'll cum...Are you 'bout ready to cum, faggot...you 'bout ready to sling your nasty fag wad all over this chair? Answer me!"

"Yes, Sir, I'm very close, Sir."

"R.J. is gonna take the whip to you if you cum, but you still can't help it. A hot rod in your hungry hole is what you fags dream of...it's what you crave. You do have a nice hole though...really nice hole. I am gonna give you a nice slow long fuck that you can't resist cumming to. Wait a minute; let's see if he can do something. Put the camera between our legs. Yeah, that's right. I want to see if you can do that thing with your precum and still not shoot your load. Go on, try..."

I started to squeeze my ass muscles and my dick started swinging. I knew that this was not a good idea. I could so easily push too much or stimulate too far and then I'd be blowing all over. I concentrated and pushed.

"OOOOWWWGHGGGH!" I cried.

"Shit, Kevin, he's doing it while you are fucking him. This is amazing!"

"I know he's doing it, I can feel the contractions. That looked fucking awesome on TV. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK...I'm gonna cum faggot...gonna cum in your fag ass. You're gonna get bred bitch. Oh FUCK, here it comes. Oh, God, that feels so hot. My hot prick is throbbing inside you, filling you up with Kevin seed. Slamming back into you again...swishing that cum around. Yeah, get it all mixed up in your cunt. I'm pulling out now. R.J., film his ass when I pull out. I want to see the cum run out. FUCK, did you see that, man? This shit is hotter than any porno I've ever seen."

"The pussy held on to his load, too."

"Yeah, well, we'll see how much longer that will last. Give me that second pill."

Kevin fucked me three more times that night with Coach giving me teasing sessions between each fuck. Coach stripped down to his underwear but never gave me an opportunity to see his cock. He had a wet spot on them that I craved to suck but was never given the chance. Coach was proud of me though - I held back my orgasm the entire night. He put me to bed around four in the morning.

"You made me proud tonight, slave. Keep up the good work and I'll soon forget how mad I was at you. Hell, I might even let you look at my cock this week..."

He left me there, restrained, with the lights on and my hard dick throbbing against my stomach, my balls tightened up at the prospect of seeing his prick again. Suddenly, I was alone - sleep would not find me that night.

MONDAY - THE GAMBLERS

Coach didn't come to get me until after noon that day. He immediately gave me my shot and told me to get to work cleaning up the mess we had made last night. I was constantly horny, with strands of precum hanging from my swaying dick like dew on a spider's web.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with a training session, a short nap, and then another training session. I was a complete and utter wreck by the time the sun set.

Around eleven, Coach blindfolded me and led me to the car. My hard cock throbbed, pointed towards the sky as we sped off down the highway with the top down. We slowed, apparently having arrived at our destination, and seemed to be pulling into a driveway. Coach stopped the car, opened my door, and led me blindfolded into the building. We walked down a short flight of steps, Coach leading me carefully.

I was greeted with a loud chorus of raucous laughter. People were greeting Coach as I was led to where he wanted me to stand.

"Put your hands behind your head and stay right here until we are ready for you. Here, go ahead and take your pill...that will keep that itchy cock of yours all hot and ready..."

He left me there standing in a room full of strangers that I couldn't even see. My penis was swinging and throbbing and slinging precum all over the floor within fifteen minutes of taking the pill. A hand cupped my balls...

"Hey, R.J., is he always this wet?"

"Always, man, always..."

"How does he make that much juice - it don't look natural?"

"The training camp makes this medicine that increases his production. I've been giving it to him at home, too."

The hand cupping my balls began to fondle them, squeezing gently, separating them in his fingers, exploring one then the other. My cock was oozing steadily - I could feel my balls become wet with the fluid. It was causing my tormentor's touch to become more and more slippery. Then the hand was gone. I relaxed somewhat and listened to the sound of beers being opened and groups of men having different conversations in different parts of the room. Several other men groped and felt me up during the time I was waiting, each of them sending my pent up dick into renewed frustration. The worst was the hand that ever so lightly fisted my slippery pud...so slowly that his movements were barely perceptible. When my cock would begin to spasm in his hand, he would stop immediately - not removing it or relinquishing his grip. Once the jerky seizure-like contractions in my dick had stopped, he would resume his slow jack- off. It was made even worse by the fact that while he stroked me, he was carrying on a conversation with three other men about his car!

"Hey, be careful over there - you're about to make him cum!" yelled Coach from somewhere across the room.

"I know what I'm doing, R.J. I won't let him shoot it."

I was standing on my tiptoes, trying to escape the constant dick-torment, but it was to no avail. He was insistent, his grip exquisite, and his control over my body complete. This guy might have been as good at this as Coach.

Finally, Coach removed my blindfold and I was able to look around. We were apparently in someone's basement - a large and furnished basement. There was a refrigerator, a beaten up sofa, and several other unmatched chairs spread throughout the space. There were support beams scattered across the room...two in front of the couch. The floor was smooth concrete and the spot between my legs was covered in a pool of precum. I thought to myself that precum on a smooth concrete floor might be dangerous. There was a cloud of smoke in the room - from the smell I figured it was a combination of cigarettes, cigars, and pot. The room was dimly lit...only a small bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling illuminated the area. There were at least thirty men crammed into this room, though I couldn't get an accurate count due to the poor light and the cloud of smoke. I was standing about a foot in front of the couch. Coach called for silence.

"Ready to get this party started?" he cried enthusiastically.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"Ready to watch him squirm?" he added.

Louder cheering.

"Ready to win some money?"

Even more cheers, but I didn't understand that last one.

"Meet my new slave - he's a talented fucker. He can hold his load back better than anyone I've ever met. I'm going to demonstrate now by putting him through one of his training sessions for you. It will take about an hour, so everyone kick back, grab a beer, grab your dick if you want and watch the show. We'll start the betting in a hour." Coach sat down on the middle seat of the couch directly in front on me.

"OK, slut, no dildo for you this time because I'm gonna tease your cock to within an inch of your life. I want you to put on a good show for these men. I don't want you to cum and believe me, you don't want to cum either. That whip is still in the living room. Hey, Jeff, string him up for me."

The guy to whom Coach was apparently speaking came over with a bundle of rope. He tied each arm to hooks in the posts on either side of me. It was actually a lot more comfortable than some of the positions I had been in lately, but I wasn't going anyway, that's for sure.

While Jeff had been stringing me up, Coach had already started in on my cock and balls. He would roll my balls around between his fingers and gently tug at the sack, trying to stretch it lower and lower, shaking it occasionally, causing drops of precum to fly off in all directions. Then he used a single finger to rub back and forth underneath the head of my cock, where the shaft meets the head. I sucked in my breath and my dick started to dance, bouncing away from the finger and then slapping back down onto it. He kept up this particular motion until he saw my body start to quiver, then almost in slow motion, he wrapped his big fist around my soaking wet shaft and gently closed it. The skin of his hand was just barely touching the skin of my dick. With control that was amazing even for him, he moved his hand at a snails pace all the way up to the head of my cock, never firmly gripping it and never varying his speed. I moaned loudly, against my will, as if he had pulled the groan out of me. Slowly, the warm fist started its downward journey, all the way to my pubes. After only one stroke back and forth, my cock started to spasm in his hand, contracting multiple times. His hand was pushed down into my pubes.

"Hold it...hold it, I know you can do it. Get control of that dick, faggot. Do it now. Better hold on cause I'm about to give you another stroke."

The second stroke sent me into orbit. I stood on my tiptoes in an effort to get away from the horrible teasing. I noticed a clock on the wall and timed the stroke - from my pubes to the head took an entire minute, he was moving slower than he ever had before. My cock went into seizures and he pointed it straight up. "Watch this guys!" My penis erupted precum, flying up into the air and cascading down the Coach's hand, my dick and balls, before dripping off onto the floor below. I was squirming, curling my toes on the hard, smooth floor, and experiencing the best edge of my life. I had been so close and Coach knew just when to stop me. I ignored the humiliation of the guys watching me and really got into the sensation - I was moaning and sweating and thrashing against my bonds. Coach's hand remained motionless - he knew that this edge was ongoing and could actually take minutes to be resolved. My tortured nuts were screaming in their sack, begging for release. When he felt that I had backed off from the edge, he very gently squeezed his hand at the base of my cock. It pushed me right back to where I was and another eruption of precum occurred. He kept me here for over twenty minutes, milking the precum out of me over and over again. The floor between my legs had the nastiest, wettest, pool of fluid I had seen yet. I could feel the slow and constant drip, drip, drip of precum hanging from my ball sack. I had to say something.

"Sir?"

"Yes, slave?"

"If I cum, you will whip me right, Sir?"

"That's right, cunt. Why?"

"Sir, I'd take the whipping right now if you would just let me cum. Please, Sir." He and everyone around him started to laugh wildly.

"Faggot, you ain't gonna be cumming any time soon." He removed his hand. "Do you know why? Because this belongs to me." He slapped my cock, forcing it to jerk up and down. "I own it, I paid for it, and I'll use it any goddamn way that I see fit. And right now, I don't want to let it cum - You know how good I am at this - I can stop you at any point. I know how to bring you back from the brink even if your contractions have started. Oh no, you are not cumming tonight - I'll see to that. I was about done with this, but since you had the gall to ask me that question, I think I'll go about five more minutes. Enjoy!"

The room was filled with hysterical laughter from the men who gathered around to watch Coach lead me through another series of near orgasms. He moved his hand so slowly that in the five minutes he only got off two complete up and down strokes. When he was done, he pulled my cock down as far as it would go and let it snap back up to my stomach, slinging even more juice into the room. The guys started to applaud.

"Glad to see you still got the touch, R.J."

"Where did you find this one?"

"That's the most precum I've ever seen..."

The comments continued like this as I was left hanging there and the guys refilled their drinks. After about fifteen minutes, Coach moved the festivities along...

"OK, guys, you ready to start the betting?" Cheers of approval went up from the crowd. "All right then...It's been a while since the last time we did this so I'll go over the rules again. I'll use Jeff as an example. Jeff would let us know that he intends to fuck my slave. Then anyone can place a bet on Jeff. The bet is how many strokes it will take for Jeff to cum. Bets are five dollars apiece. You write the number that you think it will take on these slips of paper and give your bet and money to me. The one closest to the actual number of strokes without going over is the winner. No one is allowed to bet on himself and you don't have to participate in the fucking to place bets on other guys. Jeff, since I used you as an example, do you want to go first?"

"Hell, yeah!"

"OK, give us a few minutes to collect the bets..."

I hung there, appalled at what they were about to do. Placing bets on how long a guy could last while fucking my ass. I was completely degraded - my cheeks were turning crimson red, but my cunt was already pulsing. I couldn't deny that a big part of me wanted this. Even more so when I saw that Jeff had begun to take off his pants and underwear. He walked behind me and diddled my asshole with his finger.

"He's kinda dry. Anyone got some lube?"

"Yeah, catch."

"Thanks, man..." I assumed he would put some on his finger and screw it into my ass like has happened so many times. Instead, he spread my cheeks and pressed the opening of the bottle against my hole and squeezed the bottle hard. My insides were flooded with lube - if felt like he had squeezed half the bottle up in there. He pulled the bottle off my hole and much of the slippery goo ran out and down my leg, to pool with the precum on the floor. I was so humiliated - violated by a person who felt I was low enough to take this kind of treatment.

"Bet's are in, Jeff. Get to fucking!"

With all the lube inside me, Jeff's cock slid right in to the hilt with no stopping. The group shouted out "One" as Jeff was pulling back out. I felt number two and listened as the guys chanted out the number of strokes Jeff was taking. Jeff was a slow fuck and it was easy to keep track of his strokes - that is until he got to about 80 - then his hips kicked into overdrive. "81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86..." Jeff plowed in hard and repositioned his feet for better access. His cock swelled and I could feel the first hard blasts of his hot semen fill my bowels. A stranger in a betting game had used me. Jeff kept thrusting to finish up his cum, but the counting stopped after the first shot. The other guys weren't even paying attention to Jeff anymore, as they were more interested in how the betting had gone. Several people had guessed too high and were disqualified. The winner was a man who had bet 83 strokes would be required - I'm not sure how much money he won. Jeff finally pulled his still throbbing bone from my ass and cum mixed with lube ran down my leg. A new wave of embarrassment swept over me. It seemed even worse that no one was talking to me. I was simply an object to them. This game could just as well have been played with a blow up doll.

The next guy to announce his intentions didn't take off any of his clothes. He just pulled his cock out and gave it a few tugs while we waited for the betting period to end. When given the go ahead signal, he thrust it in and started plowing extremely fast. I could feel my ass opening up really wide to take him in and I actually expelled some of the lube and Jeff's cum out of my hole. I was mortified when it happened and knew that he would be pissed since it surely got on his pants. He was pumping in and out so fast that it was difficult for the crowd to keep track of the numbers. He only made it to 60 before dropping his nut in my pussy. The guys teased him about having such a fast nut as they looked over the bets. Most had bet higher than 60, but one guy, who apparently knew my most recent fucker, had bet 52 - he won and walked away with the money. When he pulled out and saw his pants, he muttered under his breath, "fucking cunt", and gave my ass a hard slap. Coach heard it and asked what was going on.

"Fucker got cum all over my pants!"

"That's your own damn fault for keeping them on. You knew he was a wet fuck and his pussy lips are so loose he can't keep it all in sometimes. The rest of you guys better take off your pants. Whose up next?"

"I'll go", said a young man who looked like he was still in his twenties. He immediately started to undress and got all the way naked. He stood behind me teasing my hole with his cockhead while waiting for the signal to start.

This guy was a variable speed fucker - he would give several really slow thrusts and then pound you with twenty or so fast and hard ones before slowing back down again. The crowd was having a hard time keeping up with his changing pace. He was also longer lasting - he had just past 100 and showed no signs of stopping. My cock was flopping out in front of me, slinging precum all over the room. I glanced at Coach while I was getting plowed and he smiled at me. The guy was closing in on his nut and really started rutting me like a rabbit. When his first blast hit, the number was up to 186. He pulled out and I was empty again.

The next guy undressed in front of me - said he wanted me to watch the big cock that was gonna make my pussy happy. While we waited, he wrapped his hand around my slimy dick and gave it a few short pulls. He glared at me with disgust in his eyes - like he'd just as soon beat me up in a back alley as fuck me. When he rammed it into me, it took my breath away and my cock started to dance again. His dick was perfectly shaped to hit my prostate (or clit, as Coach called it) over and over with each inward thrust. Soon, I was moaning in delicious agony.

"Yeah, that's it bitch...take my fucking cock and let it make you happy. I told you that your pussy would appreciate a real man's dick and I was right wasn't I. You and your cunt are mine right now and you can't even control your prick, can you? It's about to spew, isn't it. Yeah, fucking you hard in the ass...your pussy so warm and slick...if I couldn't see, I'd swear it was pussy."

"OOOOHHHHHHHHGGGGGHHHHH!" I cried, my pleasure too intense for me to handle. My cock pissed out another large stream of precum and I hung precariously on the edge of an actual orgasm. I fought it back - held it back with every thing I had. He thought he had made me cum, though.

"Oh yeah, fucked the cum right outta you didn't I bitch, didn't I? Fuck, your ass is so hot. Not gonna be long now...not gonna be long...Here is comes, fucker...take my cum up your bitch-cunt! UH, UH, UH, SHHHHHIIITTTT! There it is - shit, I'm cumming in your ass, you fucking whore. My big cock made you cum and then I got mine off inside you. Fuck yeah...Fuck"

He ejaculated a lot of semen - I felt it splash around my ass walls. Coach quickly corrected his mistaken assumption.

"You didn't make him cum, dude."

"Then what was all the shit that came out of him?"

"That was just precum - He makes a lot of it and sometimes it just has to escape."

The guy was a little embarrassed about getting so worked up about making me cum, but he was proud that he was the first guy to make it over 200 strokes without shooting.

I was fucked over and over as the night progressed and the betting continued. Some guys were easy to take and others were still uncomfortable despite the fact that I was so loosened up. Some kept me on the edge of cumming while they fucked me; with others, I just waited for it to be over. The cum kept building up in my ass though. These guys were shooting it in deep. Most of it was staying where they put it, although occasionally my ass would burp out some cum around the cock currently fucking me; it would fly around and off his balls or be churned into a frothy white substance around my ass ring.

By the time the evening was over, I had counted 27 men who had fucked my ass. Coach went over and picked up his digital video camera (I had assumed I was being taped but couldn't see where it was) and moved between my legs.

"Time for the grand finale. Jeff, I didn't bring a dildo so we'll need to use your cock instead. Come over here and put it in him...that's it...up all the way...now just hold it there while I focus and get in just the right spot." He was practically under my spread legs, in fact, I knew what he was about to do and knew that he was about to get soaked. He must have realized it too because he stopped to take his shirt off. He was aiming the camera up between my spread legs to get a perfect close-up shot of Jeff's bare cock crammed in my hole. When he was satisfied, he continued. "OK, here's what you do. Jeff, you fuck him ten or twelve times really fast and then pull out all the way. I'm guessing that his ass will be so stretched out it won't be able to hang on to all that cum. OK, GO!"

Jeff fucked me hard for eleven strokes and pulled out super fast. I couldn't close my ass muscles fast enough and a river of cum spilled out of my hole. I was trembling with humiliation as the crowd cheered.

"Put it back in, he's got more in there."

Jeff repeated his actions and pulled out just as quickly as before. Another stream of hot, white fluid fell to the ground. Jeff did this twice more but was becoming hotter and hotter himself. He finally put it in and started ramming me hard while Coach continued to film from this degrading position. All the wet cum around my hole was being beaten into a sticky mixture that looked like whipped egg whites. It was all over my hole - you could clearly see it outline Jeff's massive cock as it plowed so quickly in and out. It would run down his shaft and balls and be shaken off. Several dollops of it landed on the edge of the camera lens.

"This is the sluttiest he has ever looked", said Coach who kept on filming.

The cock inside me expanded and I knew Jeff was going to cum again. He pulled almost all the way out, expertly keeping only his piss slit inside my cunt. I felt every drop of that load and was unable to hold it in - it just spewed right back out of me. I was like a leaky container. I felt like crying I was so disgusted with myself.

Before I knew it, Coach and I were back home and I was strapped down in my bed, cock still at attention and knowing it might never be able to get off again.

TUESDAY - MEETING WILLIAM

After last night's activities, Coach decided to sleep in again. I had just dozed off myself when he entered the room.

"Time for your shot."

I rolled slightly to give him access to my ass. He stuck me with the needle. After releasing me, he explained what was going to happen today.

"You're gonna to like today, I think. First, you'll come out to the pool with me and have your first training session. Next, I'll give you some time by yourself on the condition that you don't touch your dick - you can even take a dip in the pool if you like. I have some things I need to work on; that's why I am giving you this break - don't disappoint me. Then, we'll have your second training session. And finally, I have a special treat designed for you this evening - we will be staying home and I think you'll like it." He patted my ass and told me to get out to the pool.

Once there, he told me to lie down on a lounge chair and he tied my wrists to the arm rests. This time, he let my feet stay free. He showed me a clear, Ziploc bag that contained a pair of socks.

"Do you know whose these are?"

"No, Sir."

"They are Kevin's - you know, the ones you got so hot over the other night - the ones that he said hadn't been washed in over five days. When I saw how hot they made you, I asked to keep them. They have been fermenting in this bag ever since." He partially opened the seal and held it under my nose. "Take a whiff, a big whiff."

I did and I nearly shot. Kevin's socks had some sort of power over me. The smell was like an aphrodisiac. My cock started bouncing up and down forcefully. He took out one sock and rested it under my nose. He took the other one and wrapped it around my prick. Soon, he was using extra slow jerk off motions with the sock as extra stimulation. He continued this, bringing me to the brink multiple times, always bringing me back down when I got too close, for over an hour. Finally, he told me that we were finished. He put the socks away and untied me.

"Enjoy your break - remember, don't touch your cock. The pool is nice and warm if you'd like to go in."

For the next two and a half hours, I was left alone with no restraints. I couldn't remember this happening since my arrival here. I sat in the sun, swam in the pool, stretched my aching muscles, and not once did I break the rule about touching myself. Even though Coach humiliated me regularly (well, daily), I was actually starting to trust the man. So far nothing that terrible had happened - I cringed to think about the slaves purchased by masters who like to beat. Eventually, Coach called me inside.

"I haven't been able to get as much done this afternoon as I need to so I asked Luke if he could do your next session. He agreed to help out." I stood there expecting him to say that Luke would be here any minute and that I should wait for him somewhere. There was an awkward moment of silence. "Well, get your ass over there! It's bad enough I'm having to bother him with this; I sure as hell wasn't gonna make him come over here to do it. Be back in two hours."

Luke was our neighbor - I had met him a couple of times and knew where he lived but wasn't thrilled about the prospect of walking to his house with a throbbing leaky hard on. I slowly walked to the edge of the driveway, and after looking left and right several times, stepped onto the sidewalk. I ran towards Luke's house, my hard cock slapping my thighs as I ran - you don't realize how hard it is to run naked with an erect cock until you have to do it. I quickly turned into his driveway just as a car passed. I was sure that they saw me, but they probably only got a glimpse of my ass. I ran up to Luke's door and knocked. I waited, exposed on his front porch. He didn't have a privacy fence like Coach, so I was on display for anyone to see. I knocked again and wondered if anyone was even home. His car was here. I waited a few seconds and knocked a third time. This time I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. They reached the door and I heard a male voice ask, "Who is it?"

"It's Coach's slave, Sir. I was told to come here..."

"Who?"

"Coach's slave. Sir, please let me in..."

"Listen, if this is some kind of prank..."

"No, it's not a prank, you know me, Sir. We met last week." I was getting desperate.

The door opened a bit and I saw a young man standing there - probably eighteen or nineteen years old. His eyes popped out of his head.

"What the fuck are you doing, man?"

"I'm sorry, Sir, I was told to come here." I saw Luke coming down the stairs.

"It's alright, son - I know him - he belongs to Mr. Wilson."

"Belongs?"

"Yeah, R.J. bought him - I told him that I would keep an eye on this guy for a few hours since R.J. needed to finish a project."

"But, he's naked - and hard."

"He's a slave, son - he's supposed to be naked and hard. Let him in."

The son opened the door and let me slip by, giving me a wide berth to avoid my leaky dick.

"Dad, I know I've been at military school for a long time, but what kind of freaky shit is going on around here? I mean, Mr. Wilson owning a male slave and you helping to baby-sit him?"

"Listen, if you want to come upstairs with us, I'll try to explain."

Luke pushed me up the stairs and into a small bedroom. He threw me down on the bed and told me to sit still.

"Slave, meet William...William, meet slave." William nodded at me cautiously. "Son, have you ever had a blow job?"

"I've been away at an all-male military school for the last four years...what the hell do you think?"

"Eighteen years old and never had a blow job. That's a pity - it's one of life's greatest pleasures."

"You mean this guy gives out blow jobs?"

"He does anything he's told to do...he's a slave. Isn't that right, faggot?" William seemed shocked by his father's language.

"Yes, Sir - I'll do anything I'm told."

"Son, I'm not gonna make you watch this if you don't want to but it's really kind of fascinating. You are welcome to stay. I told R.J. I'd keep him for about two hours." William sat down on a chair near the bed. Luke smiled and continued. "Mr. Wilson's favorite thing to do with his slaves is to keep them horny all the time but never let them cum - drives a guy crazy with lust - like this guy - always horny and willing to do anything for a few moments of pleasure." He turned his head and spoke to me.

"Do I need to tie you up or will do you what I say?"

"I'll do anything you want, Sir, I won't struggle."

"Good, then stand up. William, lay on the bed."

"I'm not so sure about this, Dad..."

"Come on and do it...you'll enjoy it, I promise. If not, we can stop whenever you want." William cautiously moved over and relaxed on the bed. "OK, faggot, get between my son's legs and start working on his crotch - through the shorts at first - take it nice and slow - don't want to scare him."

I moved close enough to reach out and touch the crotch of William's shorts. I knew he wouldn't be hard, as nervous as he was, so I gently massaged all around his groin. It took several minutes, but finally he began to relax enough for some blood to flow to his dick. Slowly but surely, he sprang a nice fat piece of wood underneath his shorts. Luke noticed as well...

"How does that feel, son?"

"Feels pretty good - better than I thought it would."

"Slave, tell my son what you would like to do next..."

Looking up at William, I said, "Sir, I would like to see your cock if you would let me..." William laughed a nervous laugh, as if I had slightly embarrassed him. He looked up at his father for a clue as to what to do next.

"He wants you to let him take your cock out, son...would that be OK?"

"Ummm, sure, I guess..."

I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his shorts and gently pulled them down, his hard cock slapping his belly when finally freed from the material. He made a slight moaning sound. I just sat there and watched his cock for a few moments - I had seen bigger ones in the past few weeks, but his was certainly beautiful to look at - flawless, in fact. It was slightly bigger than mine and was uncut.

"Go ahead, slave, take it in your hand and stroke it for him."

I tentatively reached out and wrapped my hand around William's throbbing boner and pumped it up and down a few times, trying to use the same sensuous touch as Coach uses on me. William began to moan and arch his back at my actions, trying to thrust his cock through my fist over and over again.

"Do you like William's cock?"

"Oh, yes, Sir!"

"I thought you might...William, are you OK with this, now?"

"Yes," he moaned. "I'm doing great." Luke chuckled under his breath.

"OK, William, he's yours then. Slave, William is new at this so I would like for you to show him the kind of things that make a man feel good. You've learned a lot of new tricks lately and I'd like for you to show William just how good a cunt boy can make a man feel. You got it?"

"Yes, Sir, I won't disappoint either of you."

"Just remember, William is the only one in this room who gets to cum."

After Luke left the room and closed the door, I lowered my face to William's balls and took a deep breath. The smell caused my own balls to tremble. The testosterone just seeped out of this young man. I began to lick at the furry orbs, using my tongue to play with them. His body reacted and he arched his back again, moaning softly. He was trying not to look at me - probably imagining that I was some chick he was infatuated with. I interrupted his daydreaming...

"Sir, would you like to tell me what to do or should I just do things I think you'd like?"

"Just keep playing with my cock. Take it slow - I want this to last...and please don't talk anymore."

For the next hour and a half I played with William's cock. It was a wonderful change for me to get to hold one for this long. I would play with his balls and then quickly change to tease the tip of his head. It would spit out a few drops of precum at a time and I would slowly rub them all over the bulging knob. When he got too close, I'd reduce the speed or stop completely to let him regain his composure. I assumed that I would know when he wanted to stop and just let his body language tell me what to do next. I reached between my legs, not for my dick, but for the puddle of precum I had made on the bedspread. I gathered as much of it as I could and wrapped my wet fist around the throbbing shaft. William went into orbit. He was thrashing around on the bed and it was actually hard to keep a hold on him. I thought that this meant he wanted to cum so I was surprised to hear him whisper, "Not yet...not yet..." I removed my hand from his precum-slopped dick and went to work on his balls until he had calmed down some. At about the two-hour mark, I knew I needed to be getting home to Coach. Luke must have had the same realization as he soon opened the door to find me gently stroking William's shaft again. William was so into it by now that he didn't even mind his father watching him.

"Dad, did you say that Mr. Wilson NEVER let's this guy cum?"

"Well, let's just say very rarely. He hasn't shot since he arrived here."

"When is the last time you shot?" he asked me.

"It was over seven weeks ago, Sir."

"Damn, and we've only been going at it for two hours. Does it get hotter and hotter, the longer you wait?"

"Yes, Sir, it gets to where all you can think about is getting off."

"Well, I'm going to my room to finish this off myself."

"Don't you want him to do it for you?"

"No offense, Dad, but even though I enjoyed this, it's still gonna take some time for me to get used to it. Maybe I'll try and spend some time over at Mr. Wilson's - that might help me to understand it better."

I left Luke and William's house with a drippier boner than when I arrived. I was disappointed that I didn't get to see William cum. I didn't need it in my ass or my mouth - I would have been content just to see it shooting out of his piss slit. I ran home to Coach who was on the phone with Luke. After he hung the phone up, he spoke...

"It's a good thing he called. You're late and if he hadn't just told me that it was his fault then you would have felt the whip tonight."

"I'm sorry I was late, Sir."

"Don't let it happen again. Go to your room and put a dildo up your ass. Fuck yourself with it until I get there - and you know better than to touch your cock or let yourself cum!"

I was lying back on my bed with my legs up in the air fucking myself like a madman when Coach came in to get me. The dildo had worked me up considerably and I was once again covered in precum and sweat. He grabbed my arm and led me to his study - a room I had only been in once or twice - it's where he keeps his computer and video equipment when it's not in use. He positioned me about three feet from the computer, bound my hands with a pair of lined cuffs, and hoisted my arms up over my head by using a beam in the ceiling. After tying off the line, he started setting up the equipment and doing some work on the computer. I knew better than to ask what was going on - he would tell me when I needed to know. I could see myself strung up like a side of beef in the monitor he had placed in the room. He was trying out the various zoom-in and zoom-out features - first I would see a shot of my whole body and then a close up of my drippy cock standing up proudly from my close-shaved pubes. He finally turned to me and popped one of his famous pills into my mouth before explaining about tonight.

"OK, fag boy - tonight is where you start earning your keep around here. I've set up a website for guys who are into edging, precum, denial, and bareback fucking. It's a premium website, so don't worry that anyone from your previous life will ever see it, unless they pay for it that is. I've already uploaded a couple hundred still pictures of you in various stages of ecstasy and about a dozen video clips from your adventures in whoredom. But tonight is the reason that people are willing to pay $30.00 a month for the service - the live webcam! >From midnight until three in the morning, anyone willing to pay for it is going to get to see you strung up and tortured 'til you're out of your mind. I will be hosting the chat while I'm working on you - I'll even try out the various ideas our fans might have. And all the while, you will not cum - YOU WILL NOT CUM - do you understand me? If you cum tonight, you will ruin all the hard work I have put into this...I need some kind of incentive to offer you - to make sure you work extra hard to keep yourself from spurting. I've got it! How about this - if you manage to hold back your load and put on a good show for all our viewers, then I will let you see my cock tonight..." My dick started waving and drooling again when he said that. "I see you like that idea. It wouldn't be much of an incentive for most men, but you, you're such a cock hound that I think it will work. Keep that dick up, we're almost ready to go live..."

Coach sat down and started to work gently on my cock while playing with the camera at the same time. It didn't take five minutes for us to have our first chat room guest. Coach released my cock so that he could type. They continued to chat as more and more guests arrived. Soon, it was apparent to Coach that he couldn't maintain all of these conversations and manipulate me at the same time. He needed help. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, William, this is R.J. - is your Dad home?"

"No, he went out for the evening. I don't know when he will be back."

"Damn it!"

"What's going on?"

"I've got a little emergency on my hands and I need some help with it. Sorry to have bothered you so late."

"No problem, I wasn't asleep - maybe I could help you."

"I really don't think you'd be interested."

"It's about that guy who was over here today, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Well, what do you need?"

"I need for someone to sit in on our chat room and type for me."

"Is that all?"

"Well, William, it's very adult stuff - I probably shouldn't be asking you - I mean, you're my friend's son."

"I'm 18 and Dad let that slave of yours give me a hand-job this afternoon."

"He told me - he didn't think you liked it."

"I loved it - it just caught me off-guard - it takes some time to process something like that."

"Well, I'm in a real bind and could use your help. I'll pay you...we can work out a price later. How soon can you get over here?"

"I'll come right now...wait, will I be on camera?"

"No, just me and the faggot."

"Great, I'm in - see you in a minute."

William wasn't exaggerating - it wasn't more than a minute before he was knocking at the door. Coach ran to get it and brought William back into the computer room.

"HOLY SHIT!!!! What are you fuckers up to in here?"

"I'll explain everything as we go along - I'll even tell you what to type if I need to. For now just sit down and let me show you around the site."

With all the distractions going on my cock actually started to deflate some - I certainly was no where near soft, but the pounding had left and my dick was pointing towards Coach instead of at the ceiling. When he turned around, he noticed...

"Get that fucking cock hard!" William and I both nearly jumped out of our skins. It was easy to get fully hard again - I just thought about seeing Coach's dick tonight. Within seconds, I was throbbing as hard as ever, leaking new rivers of precum onto the floor. Coach was about finished with William's tutorial.

As William took over the job of chat room typing, Coach turned to me and gave my cock a quick squeeze. He looked relieved - like he had just avoided a major catastrophe. William was typing like crazy trying to keep up with the many instant messages.

"Mr. Wilson?"

"Call me R.J., son."

"These people all want to see different things - I don't know what to tell you to do first."

"Use the main chat room to make an announcement that we take requests in the order they are received - we'll eventually get to everyone. What's the first request?" William laughed.

"He wants to see him with a vibrator up his ass - turned on high!"

Coach didn't need another word. He picked up a large vibrating dildo, greased it up and slid it right between my ass cheeks, grazing and teasing my ass ring a few times before slipping it all the way in. Coach cranked it up to high and watched me squeal in delight.

"Whoooooahhh..." whispered William in amazement. I was embarrassed for him to see me like this. "The guy asked if the camera could be turned so he can see it sliding in and out."

Coach just turned me instead. Now my ass was pointed towards the camera and also towards William. I could feel the shame; I knew his eyes were on me. I bit my lip when Coach started to slowly fuck the dildo in and out of me.

"How long should we do this one before taking the next request, R.J.?"

"Just a couple more minutes...Damn, I really need to piss..."

"Well, go then."

"I've got to hold this thing", he said, shaking the dildo slightly for emphasis, causing me to moan with pleasure. I knew where this was going, knew that Coach was just manipulating this kid to further humiliate me.

"I'll hold it while you're gone." Coach moved away and left the room quickly as William took hold of it. He didn't say anything at first, just played with the latex cock, pulling it out and pushing it in, jiggling it up and down, causing me to groan and breathe heavier.

"You really like this thing, don't you? This isn't an act."

"Yes, Sir, I really like it." He shoved it in hard and I gasped. He was new at this so his motions lacked sophistication and some of them caused me a little pain, but that was nothing compared to the feeling of degradation caused by a man several years younger than me plunging a vibrator in and out of my ass while I stood helpless to do anything about it. I hoped that Coach would come back soon.

I heard the IM alert sound again and William turned to see what it was.

"Dude, this guy wants me to spread your ass cheeks and show him your hole - he wants it spread as far as I can. Is that OK to do?"

"Yes, Sir, whatever they want - we have to do it."

William slowly withdrew the vibrator and struggled to find a way to turn it off. He positioned himself so that he could spread my ass without getting in the shot himself. I felt his hands on my ass and when I felt air on my pucker, I knew that he had done it. My cock was trembling. There was another IM and before I knew it, William was running his index finger gently up and down my slot. I nearly creamed right there - why did being humiliated cause so much sexual energy in me? The messages were coming frequently now - more people had logged on and were enjoying the show. I could sense that William was hesitant to do any more...but since Coach wasn't here.

His finger slipped into my ass and I shot precum everywhere. William heard it hit the floor with a "splat" and said, "Oh God, I didn't mean to make you cum. I'm sorry." He didn't remove his finger.

"It's OK, Sir, I didn't cum. That was just precum. They give me medicine to make me produce so much. It just comes out when I'm excited - I can't help it." The admission nearly made me cry but also emboldened William. I felt his finger plunge in deeper and he curled it around inside of me, watching me squirm in his grip. Then he started long, slow finger fuck. Coach returned with a case of beer and a joint.

"Be careful, William, don't get him too excited." Coach cracked opened a beer and William started to get out of his way. "No, don't move, you're doing just fine. I've decided that since you're helping me tonight and doing me such a big favor that I'll give you half of whatever I make in subscriptions this month. That could be several thousand dollars. I know that would help out with college next year or maybe you could put it towards a car. Anyway, I just want to thank you for helping tonight."

"Thank you, Mr. Wilson - thanks a lot!" William's finger started to pick up speed, which is precisely the action Coach had predicted. He was playing this boy like a violin. He had just offered him a lot of incentive. The computer beeped again.

"William, there's another guy on here who wants to see if you can get two fingers in. Give it a try." As much as my ass had been through lately, two fingers from an 18 year old weren't going to hurt me very much. They would, however, help send me further into heat. I started pushing back onto the fingers, fucking myself on them. William started to wiggle them and I moaned loudly.

"He really gets off on this shit, doesn't he?"

"He's a slut, William - He's not like you, me, and your Dad. He was put on this Earth for one reason and one reason only - to serve men like us. He is just not on our level, son, and he never will be. Let me show you something." Coach got up and moved to the other side of me - opposite William. "Now, pull out your fingers and I'll slide one of mine in." I moaned and pushed back to get it in deeper and Coach smacked my ass, "Easy there, slut...William, now you slide your finger in beside mine. That's the way. Now let's stretch this hole a bit wider - you pull to your side and I'll pull to mine - do it gently."

"Oh, Shit, Coach, No, Oh god, that feels so fucking good." I felt a hard slap this time.

"Watch your goddamn language!" he shouted before continuing with William. "Now, put your fingertip beside mine and follow it inside him. I want to show you something. There it is! Do you feel it...feel that lump?"

"Yeah, I got it."

"No, please, Coach, don't make him do it!" Coach knew exactly what he was doing though and my pleas wouldn't make a difference.

"Now, watch his dick and push on that lump."

"AAAAHAHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! God, oh no, no, no, not in front of William, Sir!" I cried as the precum flowed from my cock. It was spasming wildly now and I knew I was moments away from orgasm.

"SSSHHIITT Almighty!!!" exclaimed William as he watched the waterworks falling from my dick. He began to press my prostate repeatedly, milking me, sending more and more fluid to the floor. I couldn't help it. I started to cry. I was just too embarrassed.

Another hard slap snapped me out of it. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, BOY!!!! You're gonna take this finger fuck and you're not going to cum and you're gonna shut up that faggot ass crying. RIGHT NOW!!!!"

"R.J., they want to see his cock now." William withdrew his finger.

Coach swung me around and put my hard cock out on display. I could see the monitor again and was amazed at the sight of my own dick, looking like it was going to burst right out of its skin. "I'll handle this one, William, have a beer and fire up that joint if you want to."

Coach wrapped his hand around my cock and proceeded to give me a thirty- minute hand job. He used the same extra slow strokes that he used last night and had my cock begging for release after only a couple trips up and down. He was concentrating hard on my dick - I sometimes thought he knew it better than I did. He would work me all the way to the contraction phase but stop before the cum flew out, leaving my cock shaking and bobbing. It was beginning to look like I was having cock seizures. Meanwhile, William was watching at full attention, having gone through several beers and half the joint. It wasn't helping me that he had gotten comfortable and removed his t-shirt and shoes. Finally, Coach stopped and asked William to announce a 10-minute break. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of pills, opening the bottle and forcing one into my mouth. This was my second one tonight. He put the open bottle on the computer desk and walked out of the room. William looked at the pills suspiciously before lifting the bottle and taking one out. He didn't know what they were.

"Sir, you shouldn't take that."

I was amazed at his reflexes. On his feet in a second, he slapped me hard across the face. Alcohol apparently made him easy to piss off.

"Don't EVER tell me what to do! Do you hear me, faggot...YOU HEAR ME!!!!"

"Yes, Sir, I'm sorry, Sir." I cringed as he took the pill - I guess he thought that they were illegal drugs. I had to hand it to Coach; he was the most manipulative son of a bitch I'd ever run into.

After the break was over and Coach had returned to the room, he restarted the hand job where we had left off. The puddle between my legs was enormous by now. About 15 minutes into it, another IM popped up.

"R.J., this guy wants to know where he can find a video clip called 'Cum- Fucked'. What should I tell him?"

"Tell him to go to the video page and then look under 'Special'. I didn't put that one under the 'Cumshot' tab."

I heard William typing and then watched as he went to the page himself and pulled up the video. There on the screen was Jeff fucking me hard, ripping his cock out, and watching the cum of 27 men flow out of my ass. Then he did the same thing over and over again, finally plowing into me for his second fuck of the night and unloading another wad of fresh sperm into my foamy hole. I heard William whisper, "wwoooooooowwwwww". William's pill was kicking in, and even though he did not know it, the medicine was giving him the biggest boner he'd ever had in his life. It was jutting up high and proud inside his shorts. He didn't try to hide it...he was too far-gone for that. He put the video on repeat mode and started to watch it over and over and over. He was obviously playing with his cock now but still trying to make it look nonchalant - moving his forearms back and forth in his lap, scratching his nuts a little too long, that kind of thing. Eventually the inevitable happened.

"R.J., do you mind if I take off my shorts?" I guess he felt like he needed to ask since Coach was still fully dressed.

"Do anything you want - make yourself comfortable."

William's shorts hit the floor almost before Coach finished the sentence. His hard, proud cock was throbbing - it looked a lot bigger than earlier today. He couldn't help but fist it a couple of times before sitting down. While Coach played with my cock, I watched William play with his. He was still searching through the website, looking at the various photos and videos. He was stroking slow - I couldn't tell if it was because he liked it slow or if he still felt a little uncomfortable about the whole thing. The IM dinged again. William read it and chuckled.

"This guy wants you to fuck him with a close up of your cock going in his hole."

"I can't fuck him..."

"Why not?"

"It's part of his training program. I fucked him once on the day he got here and told him that I'd never do it again. Keeps him boned for it since he can't have it."

"Oh well, that's too bad - I was kind of looking forward to seeing it. I'll tell him we can't do that tonight."

"Well, you could do it."

"Me?" he responded incredulously.

"Sure! I mean your cock is hard and I know you enjoyed the fucking videos - you've been watching them for half an hour now. I can work the camera so that it never gets a shot of your face. If you're anything like your Dad, I know you'll be great at it."

"Has Dad fucked him?"

"He did last Saturday night."

"HOLY SHIT!!!" He tugged on his cock a few more times while he thought it over and then walked up to my face, his hot throbber swinging between his legs, and said, "You're about to get fucked, pussy!" Coach patted him on the back and moved everyone into position.

"OK, now pull his ass cheeks apart so I can get a nice clean close- up...Yeah, just like that...Now put the head of your cock right at the entrance to his hole...be careful now, that hole is so hungry it might suck you right in...That's good - just like that...William, your cock head looks so good sitting right on the edge of his hole...now, to make easy on you William, I want the faggot to push his ass back on your dick...he knows how to do it...start now, slut...yeah, that's it, nice and slow, back that ass up. Oh, it's starting to open up, starting to open. That ass is about to swallow up your cockhead, William. Can you feel it opening and closing up like the mouth of a goldfish? Yeah, that's hot as fuck. Come on, whore, open up a little more...William, you stay right where you are...he should do all the work. Yeah, hell yeah, now that's what I'm talking about...he's swallowed up the entire head of your cock...you got it lodged up his pucker now. You could probably just shove and get the entire shaft up there in one swift thrust, but I want him to keep backing up on it...I want him to show us how much he needs a hot, fucking cock like yours to fill him up good. Did you see how another inch or so just went in? I bet you felt it too. The inside of his ass is so velvety smooth and warm. Keeping on backing that ass up, bitch...I want his pubes scratching at your hole...that's it...almost there...almost there...FUCK!!!! This looks hot as hell on camera, William! You're in balls deep, man - congratulations!"

I needed to cum - and badly. I wasn't just leaking precum; I was hemorrhaging it. William's cock was so hard from the drugs that I could feel his heartbeat from it. I was this turned on and he hadn't even started to thrust yet - so far, all the work had been mine. I was afraid that as soon as he got good and started that I would explode. Coach was already priming William to rut me like a pig.

"OK, William, ready, get-set, FUCK!!!!"

I felt him withdraw slowly, until just the enormous knob of his cock remained within me. He then reversed direction, jamming his thick piece right into my prostate. I jumped and shot out another stream of precum. The floor around my bare feet was getting slippery. He was fucking me with painful slowness and with control not usually found in someone so young. Coach asked him why he was going so slowly.

"This is my first fuck - ever - I want it to last a while."

And last a while it did. With Coach's assistance, both of us were able to fuck for over an hour without either of us coming. William's cock had been inside me longer than anyone else's. Over and over again he gently exited and re-entered me, until I felt like I would never be complete again once he took it out. Towards the end Coach was trying to build William "up" to an orgasm while keeping me "down". Only one of us was going to be satisfied tonight. Not a single one of Williams's strokes was hurried until the final minute. When he knew that he couldn't hold back any longer, he pounded into me hard and deep repeatedly. Coach crouched down to view the action from a different angle - he was below us looking up as William's long cock quickly approached an inevitable orgasm. Once he knew that he was going to blow, he rammed inside me hard and held it there. On the monitor, I could see the muscles between his balls and ass contract over and over again in involuntary spasms as he unloaded into me. He was moaning and wailing wildly now. Finally spent, he slowly withdrew his drug-induced hardon and his cum flowed out like a river. My ass had been filled for so long that I couldn't even close it back up again. Coach was screaming with excitement, congratulating us both for a job well done. William eventually collapsed into the computer chair and popped open a beer.

"That...that...that was fucking...amazing. Thank you, R.J."

"Any time, William, any time at all. If I don't need him for something else, you are welcome to him."

"Oh, shit! Look at the time, Dad's probably home wondering where I am."

"Are you going to tell him?"

"I'm not sure - are you?"

"I don't like keeping secrets from your father, William, and neither should you. Besides, if you tell him, then you can both come to the parties from now on."

"I'll keep that in mind." He gathered up his clothes and grabbed one more beer to take home, then exited the front door. Coach returned and let me down from the ceiling beam. I fell into his arms due to sheer exhaustion.

"You did a good job tonight, faggot...a very good job. This could turn out to be a lucrative business for me. Here...sit down in the chair for a minute and get your strength back. Wait, I promised you a present if you were able to hold your load back tonight. You were supposed to get to see my cock. Well, a promise is a promise..."

Standing in front of me, he slowly slid his shorts down and finally all the way off. When he stood back up, there it was. It was as beautiful as I remembered it. It was hard and uncut, towering up from his wiry pubes. I didn't try to touch it...I didn't try to suck it. I just wanted to look at it - to soak in the wonder of it. He flexed his muscles and made it bounce - my cock leaked into the computer chair.

"You really want to touch it, don't you?" I couldn't look him in the eye.

"I'm not supposed to, Sir."

"But you want to - am I right?"

"Yes, Sir, I do, Sir."

"And why is that?" I swallowed hard and found an answer that I thought would please him...

"Because I am a faggot, Sir, and faggot's love cocks like yours."

He smiled at me and walked me to bed.

WEDNESDAY - A DAY AT THE BEACH

Since I had taken two of Coach's special pills last night, I didn't fall asleep at all. I was beginning to feel the effects of sleep deprivation. He came into my room around 11 AM to give me my daily shot and to get me started on cleaning up the study - we had left quite a mess in there last night.

At one o'clock Coach grabbed his duffel bag and ushered me to the car. We drove for a long time until I began to notice signs for the beach. I was once again riding in the car naked but trusted Coach not to get us into too much trouble.

Once at the beach he reached for his duffel bag and pulled out another pair of running shorts, this time white. They were extremely thin and flimsy - you could practically see through them. He told me to put them on and to follow him.

I was more than a little scared now. I didn't even have the luxury of a t-shirt and flip-flops this time. We hiked up the beach for about a half a mile and found a remote area where there were only a few people and they were well away from us. My rigid cock had leaked into the white shorts making them all but transparent but I was still reluctant to hand them over when he asked for them. Once I was totally nude, he told me to spread out the blanket in the bag and to lie back on it.

Coach was dressed in a nice pair of cargo shorts, a muscle T, and some sandals. He kicked off the sandals and sat down on the blanket beside me. He proceeded with today's first training session.

I had grown accustomed to the way Coach handles my cock...the expertise and control he seems to have over it. But I was in no way prepared to experience that here on a public beach. Nevertheless, in moments he was gently grasping my dick, pumping it up and down in the calm, slow manner that I had come to both love and hate. I could hear the sounds of the other bathers around and wondered how Coach had the courage to do this. After all, if we were caught now, wouldn't he be in as much trouble as I would?

After he had gotten my juices up and flowing, he cautiously edged me a few times before leaning over me and whispering in my ear, "Yeah, this is going to be more difficult than you thought, isn't it? Getting your drippy slave cock beat off out in public - in front of a group of strangers who would just as soon call the cops as laugh at your pathetic horniness. But that makes you even hotter, doesn't it - the idea that someone might see you...the idea that someone might be shocked or offended by you - that's what really gets your asshole to twitching, isn't it faggot...isn't it? What's this I feel in the bottom of my bag? Look, it's one of your favorite vibrators - one I know you love to feel scratching that itchy hole of yours...Well, I think we should try it on now..."

I gritted my teeth in order to avoid begging him not to do it. Begging wouldn't work anyway and it would likely just piss him off. I spread my legs to give him the access that his wandering fingers desired and gasped when he pierced my ass. I could feel that I was still wet inside. He pulled out his digit and held it to his face, sniffing it. He smiled and sneered at me, "Smells like William..." He shoved it back inside and used it to loosen me up for the vibrator and in a short time he was ready to replace his finger with it. I moaned in pleasure and embarrassment when he set the thing to its highest setting. His torment was just beginning...

"If you're embarrassed now, just wait for this...I'm going to walk over to the drink vendor's cart just up the beach. You'll be alone while I'm gone. Just lay here and keep this dildo inside you until I get back. Don't move no matter what happens or who sees you. I'll be back in a few minutes."

He got up and moved away. This was far worse than the public nudity at the movie theater. It was dark in there with fewer people and I didn't have a fake buzzing dick in my ass. Despite the humiliation, or perhaps because of it, I was soon on the edge of an amazing orgasm. My cock started to spew out precum again, copious amounts of it all over my lower chest and abs. I could see it spasm and jerk around. I could hear the sounds of people getting closer - I prayed that they would not see me. The dildo shifted and rubbed against my prostate and I moaned involuntarily, immediately wishing that I hadn't. How long had Coach been gone? Two minutes? Five? Ten? Someone was heading towards me from the direction that Coach had gone. I couldn't see clearly since the sun was behind him, but it sure looked like Coach.

"What in the bloody HELL do you think you're doing out here, son? This is a public beach for decent people. Jeez man, pull that damn thing outta your ass right now." I did as I was told, scared shitless that I had been caught...and by a police officer no less! What would Coach say? "Have you even GOT any clothes out here?" I nodded yes and held up the shorts. "Is this it?"

"Yes, Sir." I answered, finally finding my voice again.

"Well, they'll have to do - put 'em on - and try to get that damn dick of yours to go down." I slid on the shorts and felt my hands being jerked around and cuffed behind my back. "You are under arrest for indecent exposure...you have the right to remain silent..." and the rights continued. I was being arrested!

After my rights had been read, the officer looked down at my still rigid cock and said, "Can't you get that thing to go down?"

"No, Sir, I can't"

"Well, we'll have to walk back to the car like this then." He grabbed me by the elbow and led me off down the beach. This time it seemed like we passed right by every group of people out there today. Men laughed and women giggled, some mother's distracting their children from such a vulgar sight - a hard cock dripping into a paper thin pair of white running shorts. It was worse than wearing nothing. Even worse than that was the fact that he was carrying the dildo with him. He said that they needed it for evidence! Finally we reached his car and I was forced into the back. We raced off to the police station.

Upon arrival, I was processed much like any other criminal except that a strip search wasn't exactly necessary. Instead of sending me directly to a cell, they held me in a questioning room. I just wished that they would hurry up and give me a prison jumpsuit so that I could feel more covered up. Imagine that, hoping for the day you get your prison uniform!

The arresting officer came into the room, followed by a man they introduced as a detective and another whom they said was my attorney. This didn't sound quite right to me.

"Do you really need a detective for an indecent exposure charge? And I haven't called an attorney..."

The arresting officer slammed his fist down on the table and yelled, "You're in a lot of trouble young man! You can't even comprehend how much trouble. Yes, we need a detective and this is your court-appointed attorney - if you decide to use someone else then we'll bring him in, but for now don't speak unless we ask you a question - GOT IT!!!"

"Yes, Sir - I understand."

The detective started the questioning..."I'll cut right to the most important question - Why were you out on the beach today naked?"

I really didn't want to implicate Coach in all of this even though the truth would have been better for me, so I lied, "I just wanted to see what it felt like." He scowled at me.

"That's it - I just wanted to see what it felt like? We'll come back to you. Sergeant Davies, what exactly did you find when you stumbled across this young man today?"

"Well, I'll show you. Stand up, kid. NOW...NOW...we haven't got all day."

I stood up and he shucked the shorts down to my ankles and over my feet. He threw them across the room. My cock bobbed, still hard - precum leaking everywhere. God was I in trouble.

"He was like this - naked and hard - but laying down on his blanket on the beach. Kid, hop up on the table..." If I hadn't become so good at following instructions over the past seven weeks, I might have resisted that order. As it was, I simply hopped up with no questions asked. "Now lay back on the desk - kinda in the position I found you." I laid my shoulders back on the desk and brought my feet up to rest on the other end.

"So," the detective continued. "He was on the blanket, on the beach, naked and erect. Am I correct so far?"

"Yes."

"Was he leaking as much fluid from his penis as he is right now?"

"More...he was covered in it. From his chest down to his testicles."

"Young man, why is it that you leak so much fluid from your penis?"

"Ummm, lucky, I guess." I said with a grin, trying to diffuse the situation.

"This is absolutely no time for humor. Now answer the question - why do you produce so much fluid?"

"I don't know - I just always have." I couldn't tell him about the shots.

"We'll have to let a doctor see you before your court hearing to rule out any disease or infection. So was this it then, on the beach nude with an erection - if that's all there is to it then I think..."

"Wait, there's more - He had this." He held up my dildo. I felt sick to my stomach.

"A sex toy? Now what would you be doing on a public beach with a sex toy?"

"He had it in his anus, detective."

"Naked and erect on the beach while using a sex toy on his anus."

"You don't need to answer any more questions if you don't want to", chimed in my attorney. "I'd like to have moment alone with him." The detective and officer reluctantly walked out and shut the door.

"Alright, did you do what they say you did?"

"Yes, Sir, I did."

"OK, well, at least we got that straightened out between attorney and client. Since we know that you did it and we have an eyewitness who happens to be a well-respected officer in this community, I suggest you cooperate with them and get this over with. I know these people, if you do what they want and it's your first time on a misdemeanor charge, they will usually let it go at community service. If you piss them off then you are looking at jail time. Do you want to cooperate with them?"

"Yes, Sir, anything to stay out of jail."

"Fine." He buzzed the officer and detective back in. "My client wishes to plead guilty and cooperate in any way he can with this investigation."

"Best news I've heard all day", said the detective as he returned to his chair. He handed the dildo to me. "Show us what you were doing with this."

"Sir, you don't really need to see that, do you?"

"I thought you said that he was going to cooperate! Officer, go find a cell-block assignment for him until he decides to do what he's told."

"Wait! Don't do that...I'll show you." I inched the dildo slowly back into my ass, squirming on the table as I did it, until it was firmly lodged inside. The feeling of it slipping inside me while these three fully clothed men watched was making me hot again. I couldn't help but give it a few quick thrusts in and out before looking up at them.

The officer reached down and turned on the switch. "I believe it was ON."

My body jolted as if I had been struck by lightning. The three men simply stared down at me amazed at what they saw. Their gaze caused my dick to swell even larger and a large bolt of precum leapt from my cock, spewing at least six inches beyond the head of my distended prick.

"HOLY SHIT!!! Boy, you really like that thing, don't you? You just can't control yourself!" asked the detective.

"Yes, Sir, I do like it - it feels so good." I started writhing and my breath was coming in short gasps.

"Let's see you fuck yourself with it. We can all tell that you want to."

I looked around at their faces and knew that this couldn't be appropriate police behavior but he was right, I did want to do it. I started slowly moving the dildo in and out of my ass, holding it at just the right angle so that it grazed my prostate each time. I felt hands, one from the officer and one from the attorney, pulling my ass cheeks apart to get a better look at the fake cock ramming my ass. I started going faster and faster - I was building up to a nice orgasm. I momentarily forgot all about Coach - he'd never see this - he didn't need to know - I was going to fuck the cum out of myself while these three guys watched me do it.

Suddenly the dildo was yanked from my ass. "WHOAAA there, young man. You looked like you were having a bit too much fun", said the detective.

"Yeah," added my attorney. "Do you only play with plastic cocks or do you like real ones too?"

"Umm, I like real ones too..."

"Do you want to see mine?" asked the detective.

If I hadn't have been so turned on, I might not have given in so easily. "Sir, yes, Sir. I want to see it." I turned my head sideways on the table to stare directly into his crotch.

His zipper came down impossibly slow, teasing me millimeter by millimeter until it reached the bottom. His hand pulled out a semi-hard uncut cock of really nice proportions. As I stared at it, the thing became engorged and began to pulse to the rhythm of his heart. It swayed upward and upward until finally reaching it's final length and girth. The foreskin had pulled all the way back by the time he was fully erect and the piss slit glistened with a drop of moisture. He slowly stroked it a few times in front of my eyes and I stared back at it, transfixed. My hand slowly made its way to my own dick but was swatted away by either the officer or the attorney. I looked up and both of them had revealed boners sticking out of their pants as well...three attractive men were stroking their hard bones above me while I laid on the desk naked and about to cum - denied release.

There was little talking for the rest of our session - there didn't need to be. The officer and the attorney each took one of my legs and pulled them out and up towards my chest while the detective moved between my legs. His cock slid in easily after my earlier exertions and he soon found his pace. He fucked with a combination of slow, rotating gyrations and quick pelvic thrusts. He was repeatedly fucking into my prostate and I moaned loudly, shooting another heavy load of precum up my chest. Soon he was pumping me full of his hot juice and stabbing me with his after cum spasms.

When the officer entered me, I could feel the detective's cum seeping out of me around his cock. He fucked me hard...no playing around and I could tell that he wanted to nut and nut fast. He took less than three minutes before splashing my insides with his dicksnot.

The attorney was the slow one. He fucked with nice, long slow strokes like William had the night before. When I thought of William, my groin began to contract hard, over and over. I was on the edge of cumming, brought and kept there by this stranger's cock and the memory of an eighteen-year-old boy with skills beyond his years. The attorney would pull all the way out and I would feel cum running down my ass. It felt so damn hot. I needed to cum. I decided that I would make myself cum even if they didn't let me use my hands - who needs hands when you are as horned up as I was? I felt it building and building and then I felt the attorney blast seven or eight scalding hot loads of cum inside me. I knew that I was about to shoot. A sudden stinging slap across my ass, followed quickly by another, snapped me out of my pleasure zone immediately.

"Don't you cum fucker! Don't you fucking cum!!!" The beatings continued until they were sure that I had backed off the edge. The arresting officer tossed my shorts to me.

"Get out of here you lousy sack of shit, and don't ever let me catch you on our beaches again. GET OUT!!!!"

I leapt up, cum still shooting out of my ass from my attorney's load, threw on the shorts (which failed to hide anything), and bolted for the door, following the exit signs.

The detective picked up the phone in the questioning room and dialed a number.

"R.J. Wilson speaking."

"Hey, R.J., it's Johnny. He's on his way out now."

"How was he?"

"Pretty easy to work with. He lied about the details to keep you outta trouble - that's a good quality in a slave. He did try pretty hard to make himself cum though."

"You didn't let him, though, right?"

"No, No, he's in the same condition he was when you lent him to us - well, except for the three loads of cum in his ass."

"Thanks, Johnny."

"No, thank you."

I ran out the exit and saw Coach standing there, putting away his cell phone. I didn't even wait to be asked before jumping in. We sped away quickly towards home.

"Give me your shorts, you know that you sit in this car naked."

I handed them over. "Sir, how did you know to find me at the police station?"

"When I couldn't find you I went over there. I found out that they were holding a young male for an indecent exposure charge and I just assumed it was you." The answer sounded OK, but somehow something just didn't fit. I wasn't going to ask him about it though.

Coach knew that today had been the most difficult day since I had been with him. I think he took pity on me that night as we drove up to the house. The sun had set and I had fallen asleep naked in the car. He woke me and we walked to the door - I was already preparing myself for another difficult night with no sleep. Instead, he took a shower and came out wearing only a towel. He popped in some of the porno he had made of me last night with William (he was true to his word, William's face was no where in the video). Then, he sat in a chair looking at the TV, with me sitting on the floor between his legs, rubbing his feet and also watching the movie. About fifteen minutes into the movie he removed the towel.

"Keep your face looking straight ahead. You know that you're not supposed to look at me naked."

I knew that he was jacking off and it was killing me. This was almost as bad as a slow hand job. He worked himself as slowly as he worked me, edging over and over again, until great shots of white, slimy man milk came raining down on my head. He rubbed it in with his hands, replaced the towel so that I couldn't see him, and led me off to bed.

"I know today was tough on you - what with getting arrested and all - so I want you to get some sleep. No pill tonight for you. I still have to tie your arms and legs down, but maybe you'll get some sleep anyway. See you in the morning..."

THURSDAY - THE FUCKING MACHINE

I slept for over twelve hours before Coach came to wake me.

"Wake up, sleepyhead - time for your shot..."

I rolled over instinctively, still half asleep, to expose my bare ass cheek to him. I felt the pinch of the needle and his hands unfastening my restraints. He got me out of bed and told me to take a shower and to get started on my chores.

Once the house was spotless, he ushered me into the back yard for one of our training sessions. He attached me to the bar near the pool with my arms strung up overhead and placed a curious new device on my cock and balls. It consisted of leather bands embedded with metal beads of some type. The bands wrapped around my cock and balls and also separated them. Attached to them were a series of wires that led to a menacing box on the concrete a few feet away. A silvery looking bead on another long wire was gently inserted into my ass and also connected to the box. Once the wire contacts were in place, Coach looked up at me to explain.

"The beads on this exceptional cock ring vibrate at a constant, unvaried rate. Based on what I have learned about your body, I have calculated that rate to be exactly enough to put you on the edge of a massive cum but not let you reach it. The bead in your ass is a sensor...if it detects contractions of any kind it is designed to emit a small electrical shock that will be enough to frustrate your orgasm. I have a lot of work to do in the study this afternoon so I'm not sure how long this session will last. I've purposefully left your feet free so that you can change standing positions since you might be out here a while. I'm turning it on...now." He walked away leaving me to my training.

At first, I didn't think that this would be all that bad. To be honest, it felt kind of good. There was nothing over stimulating my cockhead and the vibrations felt like a nice, slow massage. It was only over an extended period of time that the buzzing pulled me higher and higher towards a sexual plateau. It finally had me thinking that I would cum no matter how hard I tried not to.

This, however, was not true. Although the device made me feel like it was going to make me shoot, it actually only got me just under the threshold to trigger ejaculation. I could not cum if I had to. This was not a matter of my control over my orgasm - me holding it back; it was a matter of the device controlling me - it holding me at bay. Time became an empty concept as I hung there that afternoon, driven to ecstasy that I had never experienced before. The vibrating beads deliciously sent my cock and nuts shivering with excitement and pent up need. Precum constantly poured from my jerking dick. The slightest touch, even the graze of a single finger could have triggered me off. I imagined that if a fly were to land on my cockhead that I would blast off right over to the other side of the pool. Over the next hour or so, I just hung there in exquisite sexual bliss.

Eventually, I felt my balls begin to tighten and felt the slow onset of an orgasm. When a guy normally jerks off, this period of time happens very quickly - balls get tighter, fluids begin to move into position, and muscle contractions force those fluids out. For me though, the vibrations, even though they were sending me higher and higher, were not doing it very quickly - I experienced these sensations as if they were in slow motion. I could very, very slowly feel all the conditions for orgasm fall into place. I was hanging on the precipice - ready to make the leap. I gave into the intense pleasure I was receiving and prepared to let go despite my desire to please Coach. My contractions were about to start. Then I felt it...

ZZZZAAAAAPPPPPP. My body contorted within the confines of my bondage and it looked like I was having a seizure. It zapped me twice more and quickly suppressed the desire to cum without taking the edge off my sexual peak. It took a full thirty minutes for the buzzing cock ring to bring me back to the same level of pleasure.

ZZZZAAAAAPPPPPP. I writhed and twisted my body in a futile effort to escape the stinging ass bead. It sent out two more electrical shocks to back me off once again. I was beginning to feel something like a ping-pong ball being sent back and forth, over and over. Fifteen minutes later I was at the threshold again.

ZZZZAAAAAPPPPPP. I cried out this time - a combination of discomfort and intense pleasure. The cycles between an imminent orgasm and denial by electrocution were becoming more frequent now. There was less than a minute between electrical pulses. I looked down at my cock and saw veins that I never knew existed until today. I was drenched in sweat as I hung in the summer sun, hoping against hope that Coach would release me from this agony. I began to think that if cumming required this much trouble, then it wasn't even worth it. I was delirious with the sensations...

"Well, I can see my little contraption had the desired effect on you..." said Coach as he turned off the power to the box. "We need to let you cool down before I take off that ring. If I touch you right now you'll spew all over and neither one of us will be able to stop it."

After I had cooled down enough to have the device safely removed from me we returned to the house and he told me to go to the weight room to work out some - he wanted my muscles looking toned for tonight. I was absolutely exhausted from the exertions I had just been through but knew that I needed to comply regardless.

Around 10 PM, as I was standing at attention in the living room, hands clasped behind my head as Coach channel surfed on TV, the doorbell rang. Coach got up to answer it. It was William. He smirked at me, nodding his head and said, "Sup, Fag", before sitting down across the room from Coach.

"Go get us some beers, slave", barked Coach.

I came back with the beers and returned to my position, listening to them talk about various unrelated things until about 10:30.

"So, William, did you tell your Dad about what happened the other night?"

"Yeah, I told him."

"How did he react?"

"He just told me not to feel guilty about it. His theory is that if a guy wants to be fucked then he's not really a man...that he's just not on the same playing field as the rest of us. That makes a slave more like a pet than person. After all, if he didn't really want to do it, he would find a way out of it. A real man would...that's what he thinks anyway."

"What do YOU think?"

"My dad's never given me a piece of bad advice in my entire life. I am still a little surprised by all of this, but I sure as hell don't feel guilty about it."

"Good - what I called you over to talk about is the website."

"OK - how's that going?"

"Better than expected - apparently word of mouth on the internet message boards has people signing up in larger numbers than I thought we'd get. In the first week, mainly after the other night's web cast, we've had over 700 subscribers sign up. At $30.00 per month's subscription, that's $21,000.00 - and I told you that you could have half of the first month's take for helping me out of that bind I was in. That means, so far, you've made $10,500.00."

"HOLY SHIT!!! You're kidding me right?"

"Nope, that's the number so far - and it might go higher before the month is over. But that leads me to my next request. Since you are going to make so much more money than either of us thought, I need your help again."

"What do you need?"

"Well, to help promote the site now while it's still getting all this free publicity on the boards, I've decided to have an extra web cast this week - tonight. That will help to solidify the base of subscribers we have now and hopefully bring in some new ones. I've already spent a big part of the day uploading new pictures and video to the site but the web casts are what people really want."

"What do I have to do?"

"Just help with the chat and occasionally move the camera around for special requests."

"Let's do it then! I need to call Dad and let him know I'll be really late getting in - he was kind of pissed last time." William picked up the phone and informed his Dad that he would not be home until early the next morning.

When we got back to the computer room, I saw just how busy Coach had been. The room was full of new items and I was immediately fearful based on what I saw. There was a black sling attached to the ceiling beams with chain. To one end of the sling there was a large box mounted to a secure table with a mechanical arm jutting out of it. Attached to the arm was a large dildo. With all these new contraptions in the room, I couldn't help but be apprehensive. When William saw all of the new equipment, he chuckled menacingly...

"I wouldn't want to be you about now..."

The chat room had already begun to fill with subscribers so William started to type immediately to keep their attention. Coach had written a description of what was going to happen tonight so that William could copy and paste it into the chat window. While he was doing that, Coach described to me how this was going to work.

"OK, fag, you are going to get up in this sling and scoot down so that I can slip this dildo in your ass cunt. It is attached to this arm that is going to move it back and forth, in and out, fucking you. It will start out slow and get steadily faster. When it gets fast enough it will 'cum' inside of you - that is that it will pump preheated lube inside you. It will then return to the lowest setting and the process will begin again. Now hop up in the sling."

I hesitated for a second, but that was a second too long. I felt the sting of hard slap across my face and the sound reverberated across the room. William looked up in surprise.

"GET THE FUCK UP THERE, NOWWWWW!!!!" I immediately hopped into the sling and Coach tied my ankles off, leaving my ass fully exposed and vulnerable.

"William grab the camera and film this for me." William grabbed the camera from its normal position and found a good spot from which to film the insertion. Coach maneuvered my hole right onto the head of the cock but did not push it in. After everything was lined up to his satisfaction, he hit the switch on the box and the gears began to move. The dildo began to ever so slowly push forward but did not immediately breach my hole. For the first few inches, it actually pushed the entire sling and me forward like a swing on the playground. Then, when my weight became more than my hole could support, I was opened up and slid down on the pole in one swift motion, bumping my ass into the fake balls on the way down. I moaned in absolute pleasure and humiliation as William captured the entire first stroke in close-up.

"FUUUCCKKK!!!! I can't believe this. How do you dream up this shit, R.J.?"

"Good imagination, large bank account, and a lot of magazine subscriptions."

The dildo withdrew, drawing another gasp from me and another chuckle from William before sliding home again. William filmed through the first 20 or 30 strokes before returning the camera to its fixed position and going back to the keyboard. I heard him typing away as the dildo continued to fuck me, slowly picking up speed just as Coach had predicted. It was giving me a nice medium speed fuck just about now and my ass was beginning to relax, making it easier for the mechanical rape to proceed. We were five minutes into this and I was already moaning in heat.

"Yeah, you like that, my little faggot, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir, it feels amazing, Sir."

"You're looking forward to it getting faster, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes, Sir."

"Looks like your little dick is about to explode from all the excitement of having something in your pussy again. Tell me, slave, what does your pussy feel like right now?" I noticed that William had stopped typing and was watching as Coach tormented me.

"Sir, my, my, um, my pussy feels so hot right now. It loves how this feels, Sir." The dildo sped up another notch. I writhed in the sling from pleasure.

"Yeah, we can all see - hell, anyone in the world with $30.00 can see that your pussy just can't get enough cock - I'm beginning to wonder if there is enough cock in the entire world to satisfy that hungry hole of yours"

The dildo was ramming in fast now - jamming my prostate each time and bumping the sling back and forth. Suddenly, on an upstroke, the fake cock froze, holding me up in midair, impaled on it's girth. It began to pulse and I felt slippery, scalding hot fluids being expelled into my ass. It pulsed at least ten times before kicking back into low and resuming the grinding fuck. Coach grinned at me and held up my pill.

"You're going to enjoy yourself tonight - take your medicine."

"Hey, R.J., what's this online poll thing about?"

"I posted a poll for the subscribers - 'Do you think the faggot should be allowed to cum tonight - yes or no'. They vote during the show and whatever the results are is what we'll do. It helps keep the viewers online for the entire time."

"I thought you didn't want him to cum unless it was a Saturday night."

"If 700 PAYING subscribers want to see him cum, then that's what we'll give them."

What was he saying?!!! I might be able to cum tonight? This was an unexpected surprise and it made my cock leap with lust, spewing out the first jet of precum since I had been in the sling. The merciless cock continued to screw me sadistically, bringing me to the brink again and again but stopping to dump another load of lube inside me just before I could get off.

When Coach ducked out around midnight, William got up and found the bottle of pills, sneaking one before Coach returned. I didn't know if he was aware of what they were or not, but decided to remain silently focused on the delicious feelings in my ass. Coach returned and checked on the status of the website.

"We've gotten almost 100 new subscribers just in the past hour and a half!"

"Hell, yeah!!! This guy might actually earn his keep around here. By the way, it's burning up in here. Did you turn the heat on or something?"

"Yeah, it makes better footage if he looks sweaty and uncomfortable. If you're hot, then take off some off those clothes."

William slipped off his beat-up old sneakers and slid his dirty socks off of his sweaty feet. The hot room filled with the smell of him. Coach noticed the smell and looked down at me grinning. He knew what it was doing to me but he didn't say anything to William out of fear of offending him. It was perfectly all right with both of us that this boy stunk. He quickly whipped off his t-shirt and slid his jeans down and off over his now naked feet. His long toes gripped and re-gripped the relatively cool wooden floor. He sat back down, now only in his tight jockey underwear to continue to entertain our Internet guests - joking to Coach that this was the best 'part-time' job he'd ever had. Coach pointed out that he had earned $1500.00 in just the past two hours - good work if you can get it.

About that time I felt my pill kick in and noticed that William was squirming in his seat a lot more as well. Apparently, I wasn't the only one feeling it's effects. Coach, knowing full well that William had snuck one of his pills, started to ask William to do more and more filming, causing him to walk around and not stay at the desk. It was obvious that his cock was hard and the precum stain at the top of the outline of his dick was growing steadily. Having to look at that while this machine fucked the living daylights out of me was killing me. Occasionally, I would try to hump back on the dildo myself as if by doing that I could force the cum out of my balls. Once, while William was standing over me filming my frustrated crotch, I saw his cock tighten in his underwear and the wet spot suddenly doubled in size. My own dick convulsed making for a wonderful shot for the web cast, but more importantly, sending me flying towards an orgasm. Suddenly, the machine went quiet.

"Whoooaaaa there, pussy...don't let your cunt get overheated. I know you've been craving William dick since the other night, but I can't let you cum just yet. We'll just sit here like this until you calm down."

He kept the device off until he was sure that I had backed down from the edge before cutting it back on and continuing my torment. Coach brought some beer in for them to quench their thirst and they talked amongst themselves while they drank and monitored my condition.

"R.J., I've been reading some of your stuff on the website about controlling your orgasm - does that really work? I mean, I know it works on him because you are controlling it for him, but when you jack off, how long can you go?"

"As long as I want. There is no time limit. Sometimes it feels so good and I go for so long that I actually get tired and decide not to cum at all. Of course, that's my decision to make. I'd never give up that control for someone else to make. What's the longest you've ever gone?"

"Maybe half an hour or so...when the faggot came over and gave me a hand job I lasted longer, but I'm talking about when it's just me."

"You can last longer than that. Maybe you should try now - it sure looks like you want to. Your cock is about to jump out of those jockeys and they're soaked through."

"I'm supposed to be here tonight helping you."

"There's not much left to do until 2:30 when the poll results are announced...just answer instant messages and let the cunt simmer on the machine. Go ahead, I'll talk you through it if you get too close." William got up and hooked his fingers under the waistband of his jockeys and started to pull them down before coached stopped him. "Wait, the slave can see you and if he gets a good look at your dick he'll cum in a second. Let me set up a chair behind him so he can't see." I heard the chair being moved and William walked out of my line of sight. I knew that he had pulled off his underwear when they went sailing by my face. I groaned loudly as the dildo pumped off another 'load' inside me and at the knowledge that William was completely naked and hard and just out of sight.

For the next hour and fifteen minutes Coach talked William through his masturbation. Leading him up and down through multiple cycles of pleasure. They would discuss his dick, how it felt in his hand, or how his balls responded when touched or gently rolled around in their sack. Despite not being able to see him, just hearing about it caused Coach to have to reset my machine multiple times to keep me from cumming. I could only pray that the viewers would want to see me cum at the end of this session.

At about 2:20, William had his first real violent edge.

"Oh God, R.J., I'm gonna cum!"

"No, you're not, William, now listen to me and focus...slow your hand down...slow it down now...so slow that it's barely moving."

"It's not helping, I'm gonna lose it...I'm gonna shoot!!!!"

"Take your hand off it now, William...that's it...now take a few deep breaths and just watch your cock. See how it's just dancing in your crotch and quivering? Feels hot, doesn't it?"

"FFFUUUUUCCCKKKK, YYYESSSSS!!!!"

"Now just keep breathing and put one finger under the head and lightly move it around. Don't move it enough to cum, just enough the keep the feelings right where they are now. If you are doing it right, your ass should be clenching involuntarily with the pulses as if you were cumming but you won't."

"Oh, god, yes, I feel them...I can feel them."

"If it gets to be too much take your finger away again. You can always put it back later. Try to stay right at the level of excitement you feel right now for the next few minutes. You can also feel your balls if you need to steer clear of your cock head."

"Oh FUCK, R.J., it feels just as good as a cum but the feeling just stays there."

"Now you know what I was trying to tell you about."

All of this was just driving me insane. Finally, 2:30 arrived and the poll results were in.

"Bad news, fag...74 percent say not to let you cum and 26 percent say to let you cum...democracy in action...sorry it didn't work out for you." Coach unplugged the machine and pulled it out of my ass and away from the sling. He looked at me, "You're not about to cum now, are you?"

I was sufficiently backed off from the edge to answer that with a no.

"Good, then there is something I want you to see..." He unhooked me from the sling and helped me down. As I turned around, I saw William sitting in the chair. I immediately needed to cum again. Coach pushed me forward and to my knees, forcing my face to the floor at William's marvelous feet.

"Lick 'em, faggot, clean 'em up real good!" I actually didn't need to be told twice. I dove into William's feet with a vigor and enthusiasm that was embarrassing even by my standards.

"R.J., I still can't believe guy would be so low as to do this kind of thing."

"He's not a guy, William. He's a faggot slave. There's a big difference."

"I guess Dad was right."

"It's getting close to the end of the show, William. Are you ready for the big finish?"

"What do you mean?"

"I need you to fuck him. That seemed to be the favorite part for the guys watching the other night. I'd really appreciate it if you would do it again."

"Shit, I wouldn't last two minutes with all the jerking off I've been doing tonight."

"I got you through your JO session for over an hour...I can help you last 15 minutes in his ass."

"Let's give it a try." They jerked me to my feet and bent me over the desk. Coach grabbed the camera.

"OK, very slowly work it in. Should just slide right up there after the machine got through with him."

Agonizingly slow, he pushed into me. Suddenly I was shaking. Coach pulled me into a standing position, forcing more of William's red-hot cock inside me. My dick bloated obscenely and spit out a massive column of precum up into the air. It splattered noisily back onto the wooden floor. When the show was over, my face was shoved back down to the desk and William picked up the pace of his fucking. Coach was true to his word and talked him through several near orgasms before William could hold on no longer. His legs began to shake and he was nearly tearing me apart with the forcefulness of his teenage thrusting.

"FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!" he screamed, jamming in to the hilt and holding it perfectly still as it unloaded inside me. Since he had been teasing himself for so long, there was an unbelievable amount of cum. I felt every hot blast as it coated my insides, filling me with warm William swimmers.

Finally spent, he slowly withdrew while Coach took delight in watching the cum seep from my ass. He quickly spun me around so that I was facing William, his handsome face only inches from mine, before forcing me to my knees. I was now staring at William's still hard cock, covered with slimy cum and lube.

"Clean it up, faggot, so he can put his clothes on!" I reached out with my tongue and began to clean the awesome tool at my lips, licking it up and down until every last drop of goo was removed. My work had gotten him close again. He grabbed it and stroked 7 or 8 times before unloading another much smaller load in my face. After this load had also been cleaned up, he smacked my face hard, sending me hurdling to the floor. I heard them talking as William got dressed and Coach walked him to the door.

I was dragged to bed, restrained, and left alone with the lights on to contemplate my shame...

FRIDAY - THE BANQUET

After my morning shot, Coach and I had several short training sessions during the afternoon, but the worst had to be the last one.

I sat on the couch with a vibrator up my cunt while Coach sat in a chair about three feet in front of me. He had retrieved his whip and was playing with it in front of me.

"OK, faggot, you're gonna get what you've been wanting for weeks now - you're gonna get to touch your cock. That's right...go ahead, wrap your faggot fist around it. OK, I want you to start stroking...you keep doing that, just like you're doing now. I'm gonna sit here and watch your every move. You must keep your hand moving at all times but if you cum, you're gonna get to feel the sting of the whip. You understand me, don't you? Good...then get to stroking."

This was one of the most difficult tasks that I had been assigned to date. Trying not to cum while stroking MYSELF was much more difficult than I had imagined. You must remember that I had barely touched my own cock in almost eight weeks. It was now like a foreign object to me. I had to slow down to an almost complete stop and back away from the edge repeatedly. When Coach thought that I might be getting a little too close he would snap the whip loudly and the noise would provide all the incentive I needed to restrain myself. This went on for just over an hour before Coach lost interest and told me to get cleaned up for this evenings outing.

I knew that tonight was going to be different when Coach came out of his bedroom wearing a tux and shoving my pill into my mouth earlier than usual. He barked at me to get in the car and we quickly hit the road.

We arrived at a very fancy building just after 10 PM. Coach pulled me out of the car and dragged me around to the back entrance. I noticed that I was surrounded by similar looking couples - an attractive man in a tuxedo accompanied by a naked young man with a throbbing hard on. The slaves were separated from their masters and led into a small holding area. I'm sure that we all felt a little like cattle being herded by ranchers at that moment. I saw that I was one of only five slaves whose wrists were not bound. All of the others were either cuffed to a collar or belt.

One of the other slaves (whose hands were bound) turned to me and began to beg me to jerk him off. I looked at him with pity, fully understanding the situation that he was in, but realizing that my hands were unbound for a reason. I was TRUSTED not to do anything stupid.

"Please, man, please...you just gotta jerk me off. Help me out, man. I gotta cum so bad...it's been over a month..."

"It's been almost two for me", I responded.

"Then you know what it's like - I'm begging you, man, I gotta nut so bad!"

"Stop it!" I demanded. "You're going to get us both in trouble. I'm not going to do it so please don't ask me again!" He continued to plead and I finally had to get up and move. He found another slave whose hands were unbound and asked him for the same favor and was promptly shot down again. This was repeated with all five of us until the last one took pity on him and began to masturbate him quickly. His hand was flying up and down the bound slave's cock causing his balls to flop around wildly. It didn't take long. All that hot pent up semen came flying out at once and sprayed across the room, hosing several of us in the process. Just as he began to shoot an unfamiliar man came in and witnessed the spectacle. He flew into a rage and grabbed both the masturbator and his bound, still-shooting friend and dragged them from the room. We all knew that both of them were in serious trouble. Like I said, there is a reason a slave with free hands is free.

Finally, the door to our area opened and the unfamiliar man returned. He rounded up all the slaves who were still bound in some way and ushered them out, closing the door again behind him. Only the four unbound slaves remained. The slave closest to me asked a question...

"Do you have any idea what's going on?"

"None, do you...do any of you know what we're doing here?" I asked.

"My master brought me here tonight but wouldn't tell me what was happening."

"I don't know anything either."

We continued to talk and discuss amongst ourselves our unique experiences since having been purchased into slavery. After listening to the various tales, I began to realize that my master was extremely good to me when compared to these others and I began to feel what could only be described as "devotion". What had begun as an "against my will" abduction had ended with a desire on my part to please the man who had purchased me. I couldn't even remember how I lived without him. My previous life was gone - I couldn't return to it now even if I was given my freedom tonight. This startling realization made my cock bounce and begin to drool again.

Eventually, the same man who had taken the other slaves came back for us. We were led into a kitchen area and given a bow tie and our instructions for the evening.

"You slaves have a particular honor here tonight. You have probably already noticed that you four were the only ones here tonight with free hands. There were five of you but one picked a terrible time to become difficult. He will be dealt with this evening. Your hands are free because your masters believe you to be trustworthy and loyal servants to them. Due to this bond that you have developed with your owners, you have been selected to serve tables at tonight's gathering. Tonight's gala draws slave-owners from three states to get together for a night of camaraderie and celebration. You will serve wearing only the bow tie you have been given. Your masters have placed a great deal of faith in you. Please do not let them down."

We put on our bow ties and started our evening of "honored" service. The work was actually not that hard since there were only two dinner options and we didn't have to take drink-orders due to the presence of a cash bar. Really, all we had to do was deliver the food, keep the tables clean, and the water glasses topped off. It was the good-natured pinches and flicks to my hard, leaky cockhead by men who were not my master that was difficult to bear. We might have been honored but we weren't above a little humiliation.

Our humiliation was nothing like that of the bound slaves, however. They were spread out along the wall, restrained in various fashions, while dildos vibrated away in their asses or milking machines sucked viciously at their cocks. I remembered that Coach told me on my first day how different masters can be. This was never more truly demonstrated than here. Some slaves were whipped. Others were teased mercilessly into begging for release while others were milked repeatedly until their balls could deliver up no more juice.

Various masters in the room were repeatedly jerking off the unfortunate slave who had shown pity on another and masturbated him to a glorious - if not ill-timed - orgasm. The slave's own master was actively recruiting others to participate in this degrading act of supreme control. The poor soul had already cum three times and a fourth load was building in his balls. He looked pathetic standing there in his restraints, shaking violently as load after slimy load was extracted forcefully from his balls. I didn't know if I should feel sorry for him or envy him.

Coach had not been seated at one of my assigned tables and I had not been able to located where he was sitting. Once the dinner portion of the evening was over, however, I had more time to look for him. As soon as I spotted him, I made my over as quickly as I could. He saw he coming and smiled. It's amazing how much a smile can come to be seen as a reward. I knelt beside him (you never speak to your master while he is seated and you are standing unless specifically told to do so) and expressed my appreciation by bowing my head.

"Did you have something to say, faggot?"

"Yes, Sir, Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to serve you tonight."

There was some general laughter around the table while Coach told his friends about some of the rigors he had put me through. My cock hardened even more and throbbed as I heard him recount the stories...especially the ones concerning William. Coach told his table mates that his "faggot has a crush on the neighbor boy", which drew even more laughter. He ordered me to my feet. I stood immediately. The others at the table evaluated me while I stood at attention.

"He does have a nice cock on him though, I mean, for a slave."

"Yeah, not bad, good and hard, nice veins, not bad to look at."

"His balls are a little small though."

"They're not that bad - a little stretching could fix that."

Coach interrupted their appraisals of me with an observation.

"He does know how to control his cum, I gotta give him that. Oh, and you gotta see this...he has this trick he can do...turn around for me, would 'ya cunt. I need to get at your ass...that's good, right there will do. You see when I put my finger into him like this..."

I gasped and bit my lip, my cock swinging out of control.

"...and then I press on his wonder button, look what happens..."

He pressed hard and I nearly passed out. Precum came bubbling out everywhere, coating my entire shaft and lubricating my balls before dripping out onto the floor. Coach was making it perfectly clear that I was still a slave.

"Holy fuck! Did you guys just see that?"

"Make him do it again."

Coach prostate-milked my precum out three more times before slipping his finger out of my well-stretched hole and ordering me to suck it clean.

"Grab my napkin and clean up that mess you just made before someone slips and kills themselves." As I was doing his bidding, he added, "and you probably need to get back to work. I'll come find you before we leave."

And with that he sent me on my way.

As the evening went on, it became more wild. Groups of slave owners would gather around a particular slave and participate in whatever sadistic game they could come up with. It ended with a gang-bang of one particularly unlucky soul who had the misfortune of shooting his load in front of his master before he was allowed to. The master offered him up for anyone in the room to fuck. As I was watching this unfold before me, I noticed that Coach was in line. He was too far away from me to see much of his cock but when he shoved it into the slave ass in front of him I could see the exquisite pleasure it brought him. His eyes caught mine and he smirked at me wickedly and waved, tossing back his head to get into a full rut-on fuck. At that moment, I would rather have received the whip than to watch my master receive pleasure from another slave. I couldn't explain my feelings but the emotions were real. I was actually jealous that Coach was fucking another slave. That I even had those feelings was in itself a humiliating blow to what was left of my male pride.

When we were back in the car, I felt I had to ask him something.

"Sir, may I please ask you a question?"

"Sure, you've been good - what is it?"

"Why won't you fuck me, Sir?" he laughed at my lack of discretion.

"I won't fuck you because you want me to, faggot. That first fuck on the day you arrived - well, that was just a test fuck - to see how you responded. You would either like it or you wouldn't. You liked it more than anyone I've ever met - just like a real pussy - so I can't give it to you. If you hated to get fucked, I'd do you three times a day. You're my slave - not my bloody girlfriend!" He laughed enthusiastically at his crude humor as we tore out of the parking lot.

Back at the house, it was still early enough for another training session. Coach stripped to his underwear and then laid me down on the living room floor. He then spread my legs and sat down between them facing me. He swung his bare feet up to my face and ordered me to lick while he slow fisted me for two solid hours, watching homemade porn the entire time. He repeatedly milked me of precum that night, pushing against my prostate over and over until I was out of my mind with lust. But he always denied me the orgasm I so needed. It was in this state of mind that I was dragged to the bed, cuffed, and left to think about tomorrow...

SATURDAY - THE VIDEO SHOOT

I had just fallen asleep when I heard a voice calling me to wake up. I yawned sheepishly and, with my eyes still closed, turned slightly to receive my morning shot in the ass. I opened my eyes when I felt the needle pinch and the fluid seep into my body. It was not who I expected...

"William..." I had said his name. I immediately knew that was a mistake.

Instantly, I felt the sting of a bare palm strike my still upturned ass five times in quick succession.

"Don't you EVER say my fucking name again, faggot, EVER! R.J. had to go into town to make some arrangements for your big night tonight and left me here to take care of you today."

I looked at him strangely...I truly had no idea what he was talking about.

"You haven't forgotten what day this is, have you? It's Saturday - your big chance to unload those pent up balls of yours. Yeah, from what I hear, he's pulling out all the stops for you tonight...should be a night you'll never forget."

He began to untie my restraints and I slowly got up on my feet and followed him to the study where he retied my wrists and hoisted my arms above my head using the ceiling beam. After tying me off, he simply left me alone with my big, fat, drippy cock in the darkened room.

I had no idea how long he had been gone but eventually he did return and sat down in a comfortable lounger across from me. He eyed me up and down like a cat eying a mouse. He was in a cocky mood today.

"You really like me, don't you, fag boy?"

"Yes, Sir, I do."

"Even though I treat you like shit?"

"Yes, Sir."

"What's the thing you like about me the most?"

"I don't know, Sir, it's hard to pick out just one thing."

"I don't think it's that hard to pick out just one thing - especially if that thing is hard." I blushed bright red and he knew that he had gotten under my skin. "No, it's OK, cunt, don't blush...I know there must be lots of things about me that you like." He pulled one leg up and put his foot in the chair and started to very slowly untie his shoelace. "For instance, you probably wish you could be doing this for me - taking off my shoe - isn't that right?"

"Yes, Sir, I do..."

He glared at me and continued to loosen the shoestring until the sneaker just barely clung to his foot then he switched feet and repeated the process on the other. "You know, you weren't hiding anything the other night when I took my shoes off in here. I know this entire room filled up with the odor of my feet - they sweat a lot and I need some new sneakers. I saw the way your little fag dick started jumping and oozing even more than normal when you got a whiff of that smell. Well, I've got both sneaks all loosened up and ready to come off. I've turned off the air-conditioning so once I take them off this room is gonna fill up pretty fast with the fumes. If you tell me that you would rather me leave them on then I will, but I'm willing to bet that you'll want me to take them off. What do you say, foot boy, on or off?" I didn't even pause before answering.

"Off, Sir!"

He grinned at me maliciously. "I knew it..." He got up and took the few steps required to get right in my face. Using his thumb and middle finger he flicked the tip of my cock hard, causing me to wince painfully. He then slowly toed off his super loose sneakers and lowered himself to the floor. Picking up my right foot, he sensuously inserted it into his right sneaker. My cock began to leap and drip copiously. His shoe was so hot and wet and ripe with his foot stink. The warm cotton lining was so soft and moist! He repeated with my left foot and slowly went back to his chair, leaving me naked except for his shoes, with an amazingly hard and wet bone. He stared at me for what felt like five whole minutes with this look that almost dared me not to cum. I struggled against my bonds (something I rarely ever do with Coach) as the room began to fill with the scent of his feet. He teasingly massaged his sock covered feet.

"I bet you'd like to do this for me too, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Sir, I would love to touch your feet."

"Yeah, I know, bitch, I know. 'All good things to those who wait'. As for now though, I think these babies need to come off too..." The socks came sliding down at the same tortuous, leisurely speed that he had used thus far, revealing his masculine ankles and his strong, athletic feet with their long, slender toes. They were pale and flawless and suddenly I was spewing precum - my first such shot of the day - at the sight of them. My dick apparently needed no more stimulation than the view in front of me.

William howled in laughter when he saw my struggle against my own body and my humiliation at losing that struggle. He walked towards me again and tied one of the socks around my head at the mouth, securing it in the back like a gag. He took the other one and slid my bloated cock inside it, the discolored and sweaty cotton covering the entire shaft down to the pubes. I battled not to cum, fought it with every thing that I had. I wasn't going to win this battle though. I was going to cum inside that sock!

Without warning, my ass was stinging with repeated vicious blows from William's flat palm. "Don't you fucking cum, faggot!!! Don't you fucking cum, faggot!!!" he said over and over as he spanked me hard. By the time he let up, I was nowhere near an orgasm.

Returning to his seat, he looked me up and down again, sizing me up for whatever new method of torture came into his oversexed teenaged mind. I lowered my eyes to the floor, unable to meet his gaze.

"Look at me! LOOK AT ME!!! I want your eyes on me constantly - until I tell you otherwise."

He slowly pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, revealing his toned and sculpted torso. His smooth, lean build was not overdone, but strong, sexy, and masculine - possibly a testament to his years in military school.

"How about these parts, bitch? Do you like these too?"

"Yes, Sir." I tried to mutter through the gag, slurring the words terribly.

"Excellent...excellent...I think I know how you feel about these next parts..."

He stood up and unbuttoned the top of his jeans. He slowly walked around the room never letting his eyes leave mine. I realized that I could see the outline of his cock as it expanded down the right leg of his pants. It got longer and longer, pushing against the fabric as it grew, finally pulsing softly within the confines of the denim. I knew he was not wearing underwear - I could plainly make out his knobby head. He positioned himself about three feet in front of me and let the jeans fall to the floor, his hard prick rebounding with need up to his flat stomach.

With the air conditioning off, I had already begun to sweat long before this, but it seemed that suddenly I was dripping from every pore in my body. My dick lurched in its athletic sock prison and coughed up another precum loogie into the cotton. William only laughed as he teasingly stepped out of his jeans, walked backwards to the chair, and sat down.

For the next hour, he engaged in a long, drawn out JO session - my eyes locked with his for the entire time. He would use slow, deliberate strokes on himself while describing to me in elaborate detail how his fingers felt wrapped around his penis. He would play with his balls and torture me with the sight of them rolling around heavy in his sack as his fingers manipulated them. When he leaked any amount of precum at all, he would get up and rub the sticky fluid somewhere on my restrained body, usually on my nipples in a delicate circular motion. Once, when his fingers became unusually coated with his silvery pre- fuck, he walked behind me and stuck those fingers right into my ass, giving me a quick finger punch-fuck for good measure.

At the end of the hour, he had worked himself into his own frenzy - I could see it in his eyes - but he exhibited an amazing amount of control. When he felt that he could hold on to his load no longer he simply released his cock, sighed deeply with gratification, and put on his jeans without cumming. His stare burned into me...

"Don't worry - you'll get to see it again."

He lowered my arms from the ceiling beam but left my wrists tied together. After shoving a vibrating plug up my hole, he marched me outside to the pool. I still had on his wet, loose fitting sneakers, the sock gag, and the sock condom still covered my leaky prick. I was quite the sight trying to walk that way.

He re-attached me to the bar by the pool and once again shucked his jeans off, throwing them down in a heap before leaping into the pool. The next hour was spent in silence as I watched him relax in the cool waters of the pool and sunbathe in a deckchair beside me. I had at least five close edges in that hour due to a combination of the vibrator in my ass and the near constant sight of his naked body.

He tried many things that day to keep me on the edge and horny, never doing the same thing for more than an hour at time. Our next activity was for me to give him an hour-long foot massage while he once again stroked his cock to multiple edges. Next I was bound to a chair and forced to watch an hours worth of DVD footage of him fucking me while he took a nap - both to regain his strength and to bring him back from the edge. After that, he made a video of me with my legs up in the arm slow fucking myself with a large dildo while I was made to describe in lurid detail how much I loved having cock in my ass - how much I loved having cum in my ass. During the final hour, he gave me the agonizing fuck I had been begging for in the previous hour, videotaping the entire thing for Coach and the website. He fucked like a master - apparently he was a quick study - for neither of us lost our loads even without Coach there to guide us.

By the time Coach came home, William had his jeans on again and I was giving him another foot rub while he channel surfed sports stations on TV. William gave Coach a quick recap of what we had "accomplished" today and answered a resounding "no" to the question of whether or not we had cum. I wasn't exactly sure as to why Coach cared if William had cum or not.

After William left, Coach allowed me a quick nap followed by a touch up to my haircut - there was no more hair after he finished than there would be on a day old beard.

We left the house at about 9:30, but not before picking up William. I was forced into the back seat so that he could sit up front and then we were off into the warm summer night.

We arrived at a place downtown - a very seedy looking place. After parking on the street, we opened a nearby door on a corner building and immediately saw a large flight of steps nearly devoid of illumination. At the bottom it opened up into a large renovated basement. The place was empty except for a few men working behind the bars - obviously employees getting ready for a shift. Most of the walls and fixtures were painted black and the single, large room had a grimy, dirty feel to it. There were various ominous sexual tools and implements decorating the walls around the perimeter. Even though I had never been inside one, I instantly knew that I was in a sex club.

Coach led me across the room to a raised platform in the center of the basement-like space. On it there was a black-padded table a little lower than waist high. Coach ordered me to hop up. Once I was on the table, he fastened my wrists to restraints and hoisted my arms up and over my head. They were firmly secured but not uncomfortable. My knees were spread apart using a bar and the bar was raised and secured to the ceiling as well, lifting my ass up off the table ever so slightly. My final position was awkward but was easier to maintain than a lot of the other positions I had found myself in the past couple of weeks.

I noticed a crew enter the room carrying LOTS of video and sound equipment. Before I knew it, there were industrial style movie cameras and microphones, coupled with an elaborate lighting system, all around me. A HUGE flat screen monitor was hooked up above the bar so that people not right at the platform could still get a good view. I was also able to see the screen from my unique vantage point. Regular club patrons had started to arrive and had begun to mill around the platform. William began to finger my ass while Coach explained what was happening...

"Bet you're wondering what's going on here tonight. Well, here goes...one of our website subscribers ended up being the owner of a video production company that specializes in man-on-man bareback sex...EXTREME man-on-man bareback sex. When he saw your video clips online, he contacted me and we worked out an agreement. We set up a time and place to film you taking as many loads as you can in a single night and if they get enough footage to make a feature film out of it then I get paid an outrageous amount of money...enough money in fact to recover completely what I spent on you. So you see I couldn't turn down an offer like that. Any man here tonight will be allowed to fuck you and cum in that delicious ass of yours. We are going to start at midnight - which happens to be the opening of your weekly window in which you get to cum. Of course, you can't touch yourself, but with all that cock in your ass, I'm pretty sure you will cum anyway - possibly multiple times."

The description of events to come coupled with William's insistent finger fuck had my cock on fire. Coach noticed my vigorous erection and smiled his approval.

"William, could you go get me a beer from the bar?" asked Coach.

"Sure thing, R.J."

Once he was out of earshot, Coach leaned in and whispered to me, "I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but with the earnings William is going to make from the website, he has asked me if he can buy you from me." I turned my head and stared at him in disbelief. "I know...I know...personally, I think he is a little too young to own a slave, especially one older than he is, but you two look so damn cute together, I'm seriously thinking of letting him do it. I can always buy another one with the money I'll make tonight - It would be kind of nice to have two next-door neighbors who both owned slaves...would make for some great parties by the pool. It might just work out great for everyone - I know how much you like him. You'd do just fine servicing him - especially knowing I was right next-door. Well, anyway, we'll let you know what we work out later tonight. For now, hurry up and take your pill - I've made it extra potent for tonight."

I was just swallowing the pill when William returned with Coach's beer.

The place filled up quickly in the time between then and midnight. There had to have been at least two hundred guys in the room. It was a typical nightclub environment, except for the fact that half of the guys in the room were naked. Everyone had been told that I was off limits until midnight, but that didn't stop several from walking up to me to inspect the "meat". I had at least a dozen prostate exams before the announcement was made that the show was about to begin. Coach reminded me that between now and 3 AM I was allowed to cum as many times as I wanted to.

The evening started out with a man about the same age as me walking up to the platform while stroking his dick wildly. I found out later that the producers wanted the first guy to cum very fast both to start the movie off right away with a money shot and to get me good and lubed up for everyone to follow. He didn't disappoint - he probably did not get to the twentieth stroke before he began to shake uncontrollable and hurl obscenities at me. I felt him unload seven or eight times inside my hole before he withdrew and disappeared back into the crowd. The second guy didn't do much better. He fucked me for about two minutes before his cock exploded into my slippery cunt. When he pulled out I saw on the big screen monitor a drop of slimy cock juice ooze out of my hole. The third and forth guys were also quick to dump their loads. Although I was hornier than ever, the fucks just weren't long enough to force me to cum. My distended penis was leaking everywhere but I just hadn't been pushed over the edge just yet.

I looked out into the audience and saw for the first time the throng of people staring back at me. Most men in the club were either naked or nearly naked by this time and most of those were actively stroking hardons while watching either the screen or me. I found myself extremely turned on by this and when the fifth guy entered my ass, I moaned heavily with desire. The crowd went wild.

"He's getting into it now..."

"God, what a slut."

"Fuck that whore...fuck him!"

The guy who had just entered me was finally one that I could get into. He fucked much slower than the others and lasted quite a bit longer. Soon, I was squirming to impale as much of that fat cock into myself as was possible. Constantly groaning, I was arching my back and doing everything I could to meet each of his thrusts with one of my own. My prick was growing harder and more demanding by the second. He was massaging my prostate with each stroke and I was getting closer and closer to squirting. Suddenly, he thrust in hard and held it still while his big gun unloaded into me. I needed more though and kept trying to hammer myself back onto his dick. The crowd encouraged me and I was climbing towards my orgasm, but then he was gone. The next dick entered me only seconds later but my moment had passed by then.

I was working on my tenth cock when my dick erupted in its first volley of spewed precum, shooting all the way up to my chest. The camera focused on my crotch got a perfect shot of it going off. Many in the crowd thought that I had cum, so forceful was the spurt. Coach and William, at least, knew the difference.

By the time the seventeenth guy had finished fucking me, my ass was starting to have a hard time holding in all the fluid. Coach had asked me to hold in as much as I could until the end of the shoot, but my ass muscles just couldn't close up quickly enough between fucks. At the end of one, the juice would drizzle out of my hole and drip, drip, drip onto the platform below.

An announcement was made that the first hour was up and that I had taken eighteen loads. It was easy to keep track since they were being counted off on a chalkboard. I had still not cum. None of these guys had been able to get me off.

Initially, I thought that the first fuck of the second hour might be different. He started out slow and was pushing all the right buttons with me. He had an awesome body and a cock to match. I was practically screaming with lust now, putting on a terrific show for the cameras. I felt my orgasm rise within me and teetered on the edge for a few moments while using my ass ring to suck his hard prick in and out of me. I felt the cum rising in my tube and then he suddenly pulled out all the way, removing the stimulation to my prostate. He stroked his cock four or five times really fast and then stuck just the head back inside. I could see his pud contract over and over as he pumped me full of his seed. My orgasm had been foiled again. However, when he thrust back in for a couple of final grudge fucks, the stimulation of my prostate did cause a massive spurt of precum to shoot upward into the air in one long unbroken strand from my cock to my face. I screamed with pleasure even though this was in no way close to an actual cum. The crowd watching me was becoming hornier and more rowdy with each consecutive fuck. They brought that enthusiasm up a notch after that last display.

By the end of the second hour thirty-one guys had fucked me and the area between my legs was a dangerous, slippery mess. In fact, one guy (who thought he could approach me barefoot) actually slipped and fell in the nasty goo that coated the stage. That would need to be edited out. He was a determined motherfucker though. He got right back up and stuck his dick into my slimy hole anyway. I had still not cum - although I had experienced two more spontaneous eruptions of prefuck. Most of the crowd thought that I was having multiple orgasms - which played perfectly into the idea that I was some cock hungry slut who would cum without touching himself if a dick got within a foot of his ass. The producers loved it though - one camera was reassigned so that there would be two covering the actions of my cock (from different angles) instead of one.

It was 2:40, my load count was up to forty-four, and I had still not actually had an orgasm yet. I was beginning to wonder if I would be able to. I didn't think I could take another week of waiting.

Just then, a completely nude William walked up between my legs.

"Are you ready to cum?" he yelled at me.

I nodded an enthusiastic YES.

"Answer me when I ask you a question, bitch!" he slapped my ass hard. "I said, ARE YOU READY TO CUM????" he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Yes, Sir, oh God, yes, Sir!!!!" I answered in sexual delirium.

He used his thumb only to press at the root of my cock, the first time he had ever touched it, causing it to point directly up towards the ceiling.

He slowly slid into me as my nuts simultaneously released their load. My cock jerked and spasmed as a massive jet of solid white ropey cum exploded at least four feet into the air and came raining back down on both of us like a spring shower. It seemed like it was happening in slow motion and that William's exquisite mancock had actually "pushed" the cum out of my balls. I was screaming in absolute bliss when his dick began its retreat and pushed back in, causing my second blast to come flying out, nearly as high as the first. We were both getting covered in my juice but he didn't seem to mind it. He slow fucked seven or eight more eruptions from me in that orgasm, undeniably the best I had ever had up until that time. Eight weeks is a lot of pent up cum.

We still had eighteen minutes to go and he had no intention of going fast. He fucked me in the same measured controlled pace that he had earlier today as he stared intently into my eyes, a look of pure determination on his face. He wanted to make me cum again; I could tell from his glare - he wanted to be the cause of me shooting twice in the space of ten minutes. He got his wish. My cock exploded again - with not nearly as much force but with just as much pleasure for me. He got six or seven visible shots out of me that time, but by now we were both covered in my semen. It was everywhere. He grinned at me with a vicious smirk on his face and said...

"I know you got one more in you, don't you?" His rock hard dick was plowing faster now. "You want to cum one more time tonight, don't you? Who's gonna make the faggot boy cum? WHO'S GONNA MAKE THE FAGGOT BOY CUM?????"

"You are, Sir, you're gonna make me cum...You're gonna make me cum."

My cock exploded for the third time in the past twenty minutes.

As the last of my cum drizzled from the gaping piss slit of my cock, I felt his tighten and pulse inside me letting loose the load that he had been working all day to build up. That must have been why Coach asked him if he had cum earlier today. Even with all the cum inside me, I could still feel the heat of William's as it seared the lining of my ass. He slowly pulled out of me but was asked to stop by the onsite director. Several cameras were repositioned for a better angle and they asked William to put it back into me. He slipped back in easily. They had him fuck me several times very fast and quickly rip it out of me. The cum flowed like a waterfall and with enough force that it actually coated William's pubes. This was repeated several times until I was empty.

I was exhausted and could barely move when my arms and legs were finally lowered to the ground. Both William and Coach helped me to my feet.

The production company people were ecstatic...they said that this could be the best barebacking movie in their history. They were willing to go ahead and write a check tonight for the rights to use the footage they had just recorded. Their main guy onsite needed to know whom the owner was to make out the check.

Coach and William looked at each other in a moment of silence before Coach spoke up and said, "I am...for now anyway..." The movie representative saw an opportunity...

"What? Are you looking to sell? 'Cause I know a lot of people who would be interested in buying such a talented slave. Shit, the studio would probably buy him from you...we'll give you twice what you paid for him."

Coach paused for moment, looking at William, then at me, then back at William, before answering the man's question.

"No, I think I have a buyer in mind..."

THE END